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 movement?

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.