After having a dream of hugging my Dad, not in his old-state-self, the one I grew up fearing and longing for whose mind still worked and yet turned against me, or so I thought, but the old, decrepit man, the one who has suffered a stroke and can’t make simple connections, find things, figure out how to button up his own shirt or untangle a wire.
I first saw it come up as I took a web building class at the community college, my heart swelled with the knowledge that since being a child, I’ve always said if I were any animal it would be a crocodile or an alligator! Not just because my eyes are gold/green, but because I am long and fierce in my love and loyalty! And, just because kids know things like that, without thinking, without having to prove how or why.
At times, the shelf-elf seems to guide us to a book, whether in a shop, or from our own bookshelves. If we allow ourselves to be led by such synchronicities or spiritual inclinations, well then, the magic happens!
Trance, dance, active imagination, shamanic journey, dream travels while awake—I have both participated in and facilitated these closely related trips, which in my opinion, link psyche, the ancestors and other realms.