Janus is the presiding deity who holds the knife that cuts both ways in the dream. With the voice of Janus, the presiding deity of the dream, contemplate upon what is ending, and what is beginning in your dream
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We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.
We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.
We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.
We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.
Tao Te Ching
The Japanese concept of “MA” can be translated as “empty space.”
Rather than trying to explain the absences in your dream, try to feel what it might be like in the negative spaces and silences of your dream.
Your Mission Should You Choose to Accept it…
Write for 10 Minutes about a feeling or experience of emptiness in one of your dreams.
The empty spaces which give form to poetry; The negative spaces which give substance to paintings; The pregnant pauses between dialogue in a play; The silences between notes in music are often found in the world of the arts. Similarly, we experience the dream that doesn’t have an end, the room without a door, the faceless intruder, the message we can’t hear. The ambiguity of this paradoxical state is precisely the territory that expands our consciousness in dreamwork.
Home is that dwelling place where we are loved and cherished. Home is where we are accepted just as we are with all our weaknesses, imperfections and frailties.
Yet, many of us never feel at home.
Despite this, we dreamers recognize that dreams are the repository of our mythic home. They contain our deepest memories and feelings. They call to us from the innermost center of our being. They touch us in our tenderest places with the depth of our longing, our joys and our sorrows. Through our DreamTending practice, we find frequently that our dreams are often about the call to come home.
Our nightly dreams are the repository of our deepest memories and feelings. They call to us from the innermost center of our being. They touch us in our tenderest places with the depth of our longing, our joys and our sorrows. They enchant us with euphoria, they arouse our passions, they frighten us, they inspire us and they fill us with wonder.
Our dreams are the muses that come in the night. Those of us who have fallen under the spell of writing mythic reinventions of our dreams have become enchanted by the world of mystery and paradox. For those who care to look, the subtle underbelly of a dream is lyrical, harmonious and sublime. Balanced in perfect proportion, polished with a sure eye, the organization and genius of each dream is stunning. Dreams are dagger sharp, ever on target, never off key. Once opened through creative writing, each dream reveals its perfect pitch.