Please join us for a monthly gathering to discuss and deepen our relationship to dreams and the images they spontaneously bring. We will work with the images, metaphors and feelings inspired by dreams offered for discussion by group members. In each two-hour session we will have time to process two or three dreams.
Further intentions of Dream Council include a better understanding of imagery as a source of a different kind of knowing outside rational thinking, and an experience of how group involvement brings dreams alive. You need only openness and curiosity to participate; remembering your dreams is not a prerequisite! The format is drop-in and come-as-you-can. A donation to Journeys is appreciated with participation.
Dream Council takes place in the Blue Ridge Neighborhood near Carkeek Park. Contact Tamara through the form below to receive the address and more details.
Facilitated by Tamara Walker
Tamara facilitated Journeys’ first Dream Council in 2017, and she currently serves as chairperson for Journey’s Community Program Committee. Her various roles at Journeys — as a student, teacher and volunteer — especially in community events focusing on ritual, grief, dreams and the deep imagination, inspired Tamara to obtain her MA in depth psychology at Pacifica Graduate Institute. A lifelong lover of animals and wild landscapes, Tamara was a veterinary surgeon for 20 years. She is also a passionate rock climber, reluctant mountaineer, beginner sea-kayaker, and grateful student to an eco-spiritual life.
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ONE CLAP OF DAY and the dream
where it came from. For a moment
the ground is still moist with it.
Then day settles. You step onto dry land.
Morning picks out the four
corners, coffeepot, shawl of dust
on a cupboard. Stunned
by brightness, that dream-
where did it go?
All day you grope in a web
of invisible stars. The day sky soaks them up
like dreams. If you could see
in the light, you'd see what fires
keep spinning, spinning their mesh of threads
around you. They're closer
than you think, pulsing
into the blue. You press your forehead
to the cool glass.
They must be out there in all that dazzle.
Bloch, C. (1992) The Past Keeps Changing. New York, NY: Sheep-Meadow Press