Dreams may arrive as a surprise, an enigma, or possibly an unwanted intrusion, arousing senses numbed by the mundane. Following the threads of our metaphorical mind, mythic imagination, and sensual awakening, we come face to face with images that have a life of their own. What is possible for us when we admit their movement, and we remember that we are in movement too?

Dream work as an invitation. Soul-making as a way of life. I am a dream tender and a movement teacher, and together, we proceed image by image, by image.