Rattling the Bones

It was raining this morning when Gérard and me decided to take the dogs out for a walk.   Summer time is the only season where I enjoy being outdoors when it rains.   I think even the dogs appreciated the scene despite the fact that they were dripping wet by the time we returned home.   They played for a while in the backyard and we were able to towel them down before heading into house.   Suddenly a rainy morning became a moment of perfection where all of our senses were wide open and savoring. I noticed recently that Gérard and I often share our dreams during our dog walk in early morning.   I think part of it is because “our dreams are still fresh in our minds” and we are still trying to figure out their meaning.   My teacher on the other hand, probably would have pointed out “how nature gives us better access to dream imprints” – explaining why we always start our conversations as we reach the park.   As traditional Dreamers, Gérard and I were taught to remember “impression

It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog entry and it isn’t for lack of life experience.   Where do I start? SPRING 2016 Spring came late this year; but when it did finally arrive it was beautiful, incredible and sweet as it always is.   The lilacs bloomed, the bushes were filled with flowers, the cedars sprouted through the fence, and the fresh perfume of grass and moss filled our nostrils.   So we couldn’t breath without sneezing for a month:   So what? The sunshine, the warmth and the flowers; they were all worth it.   Every year Spring is different and yet, every year Spring is Spring.    JOURNEYING AROUND THE WHEEL Gérard and I give circles and dreaming workshops every year and when our regulars (students / dreamers) arrive we always tell them “how much they’ve changed.”   We may recognize their faces and their mannerisms; but their life story can be recognized through their attitudes, their body postures, and their eyes even. They are always surprised when