A dreamer without words
I am a dreamer: A writer without words.
I am a writer: A woman who wants to share her dreams.
Finding What’s Lovely In Another Pandemic Winter
If you’re having trouble finding what’s lovely about January this year, you’re not alone. I’ve been hearing from many of you, and it seems that all the courage and positivity we mustered as we headed into our first pandemic in 2020—is wearing as thin as an old pair of socks. And yet there are comforts to be had, even on snow-covered New England days. Sartre was right, the compact elegance of a poem can be deeply satisfying at this time of year. Dreams offer another source of consolation.
How Dreams Helped a Poet Find Her Voice
“Thanks to my training with Tzivia and the Institute for Dream Studies, and with Tzivia’s Dreaming on the Page (DOTP) offerings, I have finally begun in earnest to weave together these two muses. When I write, I honor my dreams and infuse them into my waking world, and when I dream, I open to the fertile field of inner voice and direct revelation.” –Poet Jennie Meyer