Lineage: Jung and the Idea of the Ideal, Part I

In my first dream session with my first dream practitioner (who would eventually become my teacher, my colleague and then someone I had to step away from), I brought a single, terrifying dream. The dream is long, but the heart of the dream is this: I am a six-year-old...

Dispatches: Wielding Power

Last week, I watched a woman use her power as a white woman in a racist cultural structure to threaten a black man. She was irritated because he was calling her out about having her dog off-leash in a place in Central Park where dogs are supposed to be leashed. He was...

Bears and Silence – Breaking Silence

Silence. Over the last week, as witness to what is happening in the country that I live in, the country of my birth, I have been considering a silence I carry inside of me and how I have been affected by it. How it has affected my life and my love in the world. There...

Wishing to Be Blinded

I am a U2 fan. It is true. Those who know me, know this is true. Maybe even annoyingly. Members of the band have even appeared in my dreams as archetypal figures, teaching me what it means to speak, to sing, to leap into living life from a place of passion because it...