What wants to be dreamed through you?
You see, the sacred cauldron of possibility is here. The expansive potentiality of the darkness, with undetermined timelines swirling, the dreamscape weaving itself into a shapes yet unknown. This is the time between death and birth. A sometimes uncomfortable time, when the old has died and the new is yet to be born, we get the privilege of sitting with the unknown. Feeling. Sensing. Listening. Opening to what might be, but not grasping or knowing the next action quite yet.
Grief, Possibility, and the Precious Dark Days of the Year
It’s often at this mystical time of year that I find myself lingering in a liminal space in the early morning before I fully wake. Where...