Tag: Dreams

Painting Dreams

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Science tells us that we all dream, even if we don’t remember them. We spend such a large part of our lives in the dreamworld. It takes up a solid residency. One could easily imagine that our dreaming lives are every bit as tangible as our waking lives. We live in a duality of experience. One is porous, fluid, and disembodied. The other is rigid, sequential and limited by our physical bodies.

There’s something deeply intriguing about dreams…the phenomenon of waking up knowing you have participated in a storyline, and sometimes remembering only snippets or nothing at all just the vague feeling it leaves you. I always think it’s like some inner sage who is tap tap tapping on the door of my mind trying to tell me some important things. And I feel like I most often miss their memo. There’s confusing elements to dreams also. Confusing how they pay no heed to linear timeframes and socially acceptable conventions. It’s like emblazoned on the dream threshold is the statement: “You are entering into a symbolic space. There are no rules and absolutely nothing will fit neatly in your cognitive boxes”

We would like otherworldly visitations to come as distinct voices with clear instructions, but they may only give small signs in dreams, or as sudden hunches and insights that cannot be denied. They feel more as if they emerge from inside and steer you from within like an inner guardian angel. . . . And, most amazing, it has never forgotten you, although you may have spent most of your life ignoring it. -James Hillman-

Working with dream images

James Hillman has an interesting way of working with dreams. He asks us as dreamers to ‘stay with the image’ and resist analysing it, because in the analysis we reduce it down to a label and void it of it’s transformative power. By viewing the images as sacred in this sense, we are taking our ego, or ‘what it means to us’ out of the equation and just regarding the image in an open-handed, curious way. Rather than a black cat pouncing meaning opposition or manipulation, for instance; we ask how does it feel to have a black cat try to pounce on you? And does the dream image like what you are saying about it? He uses the analogy of going to an art gallery. A painting we are looking at does not want to be compared to another artists work, but rather it wants the viewer to see it in it’s own right. Essentially I think Hillman sees the dream as inhabiting the realm of the soul, the inner person or the depths of who a person is. The parts of ourselves that are so much larger than the ‘facts about us’, the soul is the God-breathed connected self in contrast to the ego self which is covered in these labels, and entered on tasks and one dimensional definitions.

I’m working on a project at the moment where I am recording my dreams as much as possible, and then attempting to draw and paint significant images from them. So far this exercise is adding clarity and depth to my experience within the dream and the possible meaning I am bringing into my awareness. Images automatically carry metaphor and also bring multiple interpretations to the table. These have truly been a wellspring for my creativity, giving me a sense of direction and purpose in my art.

Dreams respond to our intention. The more we pay heed to them, the more they seem to enter into our waking world bringing their treasures to us, showing us that there is much much more to life than what we perceive in our everyday lives.

“Don’t ignore your dreams, in them your soul is awake and you are your true self.”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana

Perhaps in dreams we are our true wise and more larger selves, playing in a landscape that pays no heed to the rules and conventions of the world. We take our place as droplets in the oceanic heart of God, and like weavers we patch up our anxieties and angst and hidden fears, allowing God to wipe our brows and prepare us for the next day.

The Serendipity of Dreamwork

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Something is calling me towards re-engaging more fully with my dreams.

What started as decluttering my house led to a kind of decluttering of the mind: holding on to the valuable, letting go of the things that had been weighing me down. I found long-forgotten treasures like dream journals, some from recent years, and others from many years ago.

I want to follow the staircase down into my dreaming world because I believe the unconscious has new and wonderful offerings there for me. Wonderful, in the sense of revealing both shadow and light. But it seems to me that one cannot feel joy unless there is a willingness to dive into the shadowlands too. After all, that is how we become fully human.

I’ve been researching, as is so easy for us, when we find a subject of interest. There’s a plethora of information out there to be had on everything, and dreams are no exception! I zeroed in on the work of Carl Jung. He’s always fascinated me, especially in the way he fleshed out the idea of archetypes and used visual art extensively to explore dreams.

According to Jung, dreams are revelatory. In other words they present content that we are completely unaware of in the daily chatter of our conscious minds. This may seem obvious at first to those who have dabbled in the practise of dreamwork. However, when you think about it, having an idea or concept presented to us, about us, which is outside of our inner dialogue feels miraculous. We are lifted away from the physical entanglements of our material existence into the unknown of the Divine.

Our dreams have an eternal quality- dreams from long ago can evolve in meaning. Rather than being like deadwood of the past, dreams are more like facets of a diamond ever revealing different aspects from the deep waters of the psyche. This is why it was so serendipitous for me to re-discover old dream journals and the artwork I did around them.

Feather

This piece ‘Feather’ was a collage around a dream character from more than 15 years ago, when I was studying counselling. When I found it, I felt compelled to do some more work around this drawing by asking questions and writing intuitive insights down. Not surprisingly, I found these archetypes just as relevant for me now as they were then, and the meaning has deepened and developed.

Interestingly, the owl-like creature represented God for me, which is comforting now as a mother who has lost a child. I see my heart being held in this picture. Not long after he passed, my angel son Jordan sent us many signs in the form of owls. Because of this, it speaks as reassurance that just like the girl in the picture (an aspect of me), his heart is also safe in God’s care. It’s hard to describe the utter wordless wonder I feel in my soul with these deep symbols. They tell a much larger story.

Our lives, all of our lives, are truly a labyrinth of treasure.

I wrote a short poem about this dream character, which illustrates one aspect of the Jungian way of dream analysis. Unlike Freud, who used free association to decode dreams, Jung’s method is a way of bypassing the logical mind by trying to examine the images and archetypes as if you had never seen them before. As if you are trying to explain something to an alien or a small child.

Feathers are light
They are lifted by the air
They are soft to touch.
With feathers, a bird can
fly and enter into the 
heavenly space.
They shelter and comfort gently,
so quietly.
God has wings, too.
We gather under,
allowing them to enfold us,
Like a Mother Hen.









			
		

	
	



			
				



			

			
				
			
		

	
	

		
		
The Room of My Soul

				

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In the room of my soul, there are arched windows.





Made of stone, they crumble a bit.





But the windows frame the ever changing landscape.





I keep an eye on the important details.





As the shadows shift





Day, Night,





Summer and Winter





Are gloriously displayed in their whirling dance.





I can see the broody sky,





and the sweeping hills below.





My Guardian angel like the breeze





hovers over my life.





Ready at my aid, eager to help.





But for now, just sending blessings on my head saying,





“Rest,rest,rest and be still now”.





Could I be this cherished, precious, valuable?





Perhaps, yes!





Though it seems I am only a butterfly with tattered wings.





I find in my doorway a tentative harmony,





A soulful dialogue, a childlike prayer.





Full of hope





Like those Monarch Butterflies





weaving patterns in the air.





Robust little messengers.





The room of my soul,





contains all of the little details of my time here





Woven together, hammered together





Painted and furnished by me





Yet held with miraculous hands.


			
		

	
	



			
				



			

			
				
			
		

	
	

		
		
Water Baptism- a dream reflection

				

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I want to share with you a dream I had, as the imagery was so powerful, it has given me much to reflect on. I’ve called the dream (and the painting above) ‘Water Baptism’


In the dream I was up in the clouds. There was a teacher with me, relating all sorts of wonderful things about a global perspective. I could see the horizon and the earth below, and it was glorious. But somehow I was slipping and wasn’t able to stay in the sky. So I fell. But the fall wasn’t dramatic as in many dreams, it was soft. I gently landed in the ocean, and woke up as I emerged, face first from the water, which was a beautiful aquamarine blue.


It feels like sacred ground to try to interpret this dream in a linear fashion. I think I will only be able to catch the overarching message, and trust that my deepest soul understands more than my conscious understanding. The most obvious metaphor to me, of the water at least, is baptism. Baptism is a way of representing an inner surrender, as death yields to life.


Submerged in the ocean, we are utterly engulfed by the water, but also buoyed up by it- if we relax. When we are drowning, they say the more we struggle to stay afloat, the more likely we are to actually drown because we are expending so much energy in our panic. To swim, one must learn the skill of relaxing into the water and thereby the body becomes its own life raft and floats. There is a humble beauty in yielding. To circumstances, to God, to who we are. In dreams every element can also be understood as parts of ourselves. So, even the body of water that held me is a part of me, perhaps that sacred space in my heart where God also dwells.


Dreams provide wonderful inspiration for art, and this one is no exception. For me, to paint a dream is a way of imprinting it onto my psyche, and I’m sure the meaning of this one will evolve just as I am evolving. Hopefully others too will be able to resonate with it, since after all, dream symbols are part of our collective unconscious.


St Theresa of Avila describes spiritual metamorphosis in terms of a butterfly which emerges after days and days of being in a cocoon spun around it’s body. It is changed on a cellular level, no longer resembling in any way the lumpen worm that chews its way through mulberry leaves. It’s not merely a worm with wings, it is utterly different, transformed. This body of water can also be seen in terms of a chrysalis. When we are in our mothers’ womb, we float in water, before we emerge into another reality…Truly, as the psalmist says; “Your ways are too wonderful for me too lofty to attain”. Some things are so beautiful and true that we can only trust that somewhere deep in our soul there is a flicker of understanding.


May we all find quiet trust in these waters as we surrender to it’s depths.


			
		

	
	



			
				



			

			
				
			
		

	
	

		
		
Light and Shadow: a Meditation

				

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They move with the time of day and make visible the dance of the breeze. Dappling the world shadows are darkly mystifying. When I paint shadows, I often use all of the primary colours, undiluted and concentrated, so that the eye reads them as shades. Darkness gives depth, or at least the illusion of depth. The world is flat and bleached without shadows. In art and life, we need a “Yin” or negative space to balance out the bright and dynamic ‘Yang’ energy. The reflective yielding light of the moon to balance the sharp rays of the sun. We need winters’ solstice to make space for the active growth cycle of spring and summer.


In spiritual terms, the shadow is neither good nor bad, it just is. It’s a part of us that has much to teach us if we let it. It contains spaces that we can only just make out, like something in the corner of our eye, hazy and nondescript. We see reality as ‘through a glass darkly’ (1 Corinthians 13:12). Like the deep ocean, our shadow also contains things we cannot see at all. There is a universe inside of us. Often, we get snippets of our mysterious shadow selves when we remember our dreams, and wake, perhaps realising that there is a lot more going on in our psyches that what we are consciously aware. But we don’t need to remember dreams in order to gain the wisdom and insight of our shadow.  It resides in all of our frailties, our insecurities and failures. It’s our very weaknesses that lead us to God, who is completely present both within our being and outside of us as an anchor for our soul. We discover the life of God in these hazy, elusive impressions. We come to understand that our worth is not found in achievements or the identity we have spent years trying to carefully construct.


Sometimes, every answer to every question seems to be a resounding “I don’t know”. Like tree in a storm, it’s delicate branches billowing in strong winds, we may feel that there is neither gravity nor ground. St John of the Cross says likens this shadow experience as ‘the dark night of the soul’. He says; “In the dark night of the soul, bright flows the river of God”. The shadow place is being content in the mystery. Laying aside manipulations and grasping, and with open hands, we are fully immersed in the river of God.