My dreams are my personal treasure trove. They have known me better and guided me more surely toward my true gifts than any human seer or counselor could possibly do. They have been wiser than any teacher, more valuable than material possessions, more constant than any friend, more affirming of what’s true and important to me than any compliment, mirrored reflection, or admiring glance I’ve ever received.
Have you ever had a dream in which a color stood out so strongly that it somehow felt important? Robert J. Hoss, author and host of a great newly designed website called DreamScience, says that’s because it is. A former scientist and applied researcher, Bob retired early to devote his science and management skills to dream studies.
What follows is copied from this morning’s dream journal. It seems a fitting post for the holiday season this year. May you find meaning and hope in it during this dark, chaotic time. Dream #5,000: Tree of Life I’m in a room in which someone has set up a small square table, like a card table, […]
It’s the eve of the election. This dream arrived the night before last. #4984: The Little Boy Doesn’t Want to Learn I’m in a new place – it feels like a room in a children’s school — with a few other very likable men and women. We are making packets of information for the children. […]
The intuitive’s morality is governed neither by thinking nor by feeling; he has his own characteristic morality, which consists in a loyalty to his vision and in voluntary submission to its authority. ~Carl Jung, CW 6, para. 613 Every day was Labor Day this summer. Mental labor. Emotional labor. A labor of love. Labor nonetheless. […]
The book is coming along—slowly, often joyfully, sometimes painfully. This is hard work, yet it really is the only kind of work I’m good for.
“This book is the hardest one yet. I’ve been bouncing back and forth between the frustration and self-criticism of “I can’t do this,” and the excitement and elation of “Oh, wait, I can do this,” for about 6 months now, and making pretty good progress anyway. Then just when I think I’m getting over this ping-pong process I have a dream like the one last night.
Surprise! I’m back with an update. Reworking my old manuscript is bringing enormous satisfaction. I’m getting daily help from my unconscious via dreams and early morning ruminations that provide solutions to knotty problems.
How am I going to respond to a situation that feels like a terrible threat to our country and world? How can I be sure that what I say or do will be helpful and not harmful?
A hunger to understand the forces that aided my psycho-spiritual growth has dogged me since I first wrote about the inner life 27 years ago. Intuitively, I structured my first book, The Bridge to Wholeness: A Feminine Alternative to the Hero Myth, around stories of painful early experiences that had influenced my life.