Dream Journals

The Parts that Hide

I am deep in meditation.  There are four women surrounding me. My hands are chained. I want to get away from them. I’m terrified at the way they look and smell and talk. They have old crinkly skin and harsh raspy voices. “We have all been married and we have all been divorced and you are not going anywhere!”   When I come out of this meditation, I am completely freaked the fuck out.  Are these women the thought forms and energies that have been keeping me from fully stepping into love through partnership?   This week has been a…

The Plant Medicine Path Part 2

At the age of 12, I was placed in a back brace and asked to try and live like a normal teenager, which was next to impossible. To me, this brace represented my suppressed childhood, where everything had to be shoved in – all of the secrets, lies and abuse of my family being shoved into my tiny little body, eventually twisting me so far inside of myself that I had to have a brace to hold me up. “Sit up straight and hold in your stomach’ was the mantra of my Grandmother. What she didn’t understand was that, for…