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Wilderness
By Carl Sandburg There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for
Bicycle as Metaphor
Fairly frequently, I dream I’m riding a bicycle. Sometimes the road is smooth, but more often I’m navigating difficult terrain or riding through crowds. Sometimes,
Who Dare to Dream
By Helen Lowrie Marshall A few brave ones down through the years Have dared to dream past others’ fears; Have dared to bridge the span
Trapeze as a Metaphor
I dreamed again of a flying trapeze the other night. I’ve had a few very memorable dreams in the past where I was watching trapeze
When Lightning Strikes
Lightning’s been on my mind lately, as so many fires in my home state have started with a bolt from the sky. Ironically, today marks
the promise
By Judith Hamilton events spun a fast cocoon about her hamstrung she hobbled through dark days scaling down to still: the zero hour before
Fire Prediction
In September of 2008 I attended a workshop led by Robert Moss. We explored dreams and played in the realm of peering into the future
Folding Laundry on a Summer Evening
By Laura K. Deal Whose socks these are I think I know. Their mates went missing long ago. They’re lost, behind the couch or bed,
Clothing in Dreams
I know some dreamers who have such detailed recall they can describe what everyone in the dream is wearing. For me, I generally only recall