Filling the Well
Some days, tapping into creative expression feels like dowsing for water in a desert. I listen for that still, small voice, or the movie projector
Some days, tapping into creative expression feels like dowsing for water in a desert. I listen for that still, small voice, or the movie projector
A couple of weeks ago I asked some friends for suggestions of dream symbols they’d like to see me discuss here. One of the most
I recently heard a dream in which the last image was a decorative pin the dreamer had made with seed beads sewn onto leather. Because
By Piet Hein I am a humble artist moulding my earthly clod, adding my labour to nature’s, simply assisting God. Not that my effort is
For the last couple of weeks I’ve been immersing myself in fairy tales, through a class offered by Billie Ortiz. I’ve sat in a lot