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Saturday, September 09, 2006

REVIEW OF "SHE WHO DREAMS," by Wanda Easter Burch



"She Who Dreams: A Journey Into Healing Through Dreamwork"
by Wanda Easter Burch
New World Library, Novato, CA
$14.95, ISBN 1-57731-426-3



[This review is a slightly revised version of the review that appeared on my now defunct web site. As these things often go, I stumbled across my review elsewhere online at a time when I very much needed to be reminded of the power of our dreams and imaginations.]



“She Who Dreams” is one woman’s awe inspiring journey through breast cancer into cure, using a “healing cocktail” she develops of dream work, surgery, and chemotherapy. Of this partnership Burch says:

When the body is dealt a serious physical blow, doctors often take advantage of the situation, providing healing “options” that define healing within the narrowest of definitions. It is up to the individual to turn illness into a spiritual exercise and to bring dreams –and other alternative healing methods of choice – into the healing process. (1)

Burch’s astounding story is clearly of importance to those faced with cancer, and their families and friends. For instance, her paraphrase of Paracelsus:

The doctor is within each of us; we are our own physician and within ourselves we find all we need for healing. The power of the imagination is incomparable. It can both cause disease and cure disease. (2)

However, her book also offers great inspiration for using our night dreams in healing of all kinds, and for more effectively and consciously engaging our dream world with our waking one. And not only dream work for ourselves, but “dreaming for others,”a technique shared in the book, in which one dreamer’s healing dream provides a framework or springboard for others’dream work.

Burch’s book reverberated for me so deeply that it was a slow read. I frequently felt compelled to stop and look through my own dream journals and Tarot reading notes to see how I might apply one of her insights or techniques to my own journey. And I have been endlessly encouraged and supported in this on-going journey by statements like:

Healing within a dream is magic, because it is born in a space lacking the boundaries of physical reality. In that space miracles and magic are normal; the magic can be transferred to waking reality and to the physical body. (4)

“She Who Dreams”starts with Burch’s childhood, relating stories of her past so that we might better understand and relate to her journey, especially to the profound, magical relationship she has always had to the dream world. Later, the story of her trip to Africa, just prior to the medical diagnosis that would confirm what she already knew from physical symptoms and her dreams, is amazing and deeply moving.

The dream techniques Burch has developed in her healing process are clearly outlined, plus much, much more, including a resource-filled appendix. She describes, step-by-step, how her dreams warned her, early on, of her disease and how at first she did not hear their messages. But once she did, how she and her dreams formed an intimate partnership to help support her medical treatment and recovery. Resulting in a dream “renegotiation” of her soul contract for continued life, not for death at 43 years of age as a very early dream had indicated. All of which is why at the end of her story Burch can truly state: “I’m not only alive because I dream, but I am the dream I choose.”(3)

Those of us who work with our dreams (5) are familiar with the term “big dream.”(6) That is, a dream that can change lives when honored and acted upon in waking life. After reading this book I am tempted to say that there are also “big dreamers.” Those whose dreams, dream techniques, teaching about dreams, and dreaming for others can help others change their own lives. Burch, in my opinion, is just such a “big dreamer.”

Our dreams are real. We must look at them as another room in our life where we share and learn lessons for living, playing, communicating, healing and even dying. We must learn from our dreams and create space for them so they can speak to us in waking and sleeping. We not only see the future in our dreams, but dreams about the future give us the ability to make choices and shape the future for the better. (8)

For anyone concerned not only with healing – physical, emotional, or spiritual – but with how we can more deeply engage our night dreams in our lives’ processes as a whole, this book is a must read.

Notes:

1. Burch, p. 130.
2. Ibid., p. 113.
3. Ibid., p. 285.
4. Ibid., p. 204.
5. Even if you do not remember your dreams your “‘daytime imagination’ is as powerful as a sleep dream”(Burch, p.264) and can afford you the same opportunities to explore and heal.
6. This is not to belittle other sorts of dreams. All have their places in our lives. E.g., Burch describes how listening to her smaller dreams and learning how to trust them made her more able to hear and trust her big dreams.
7. Burch, p. 41.


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‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: Patricia Kelly]

****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

LEAVE TAKING (Poem)

[photo: webshots.com]


Yes, it is a little early to be speaking about fall. But I tend to feel everything a bit ahead of time. An astrologer once noted that I would start to experience an aspect's effect before it was indicated in my chart. This was the first "objective" support for what I'd already noted about myself.

Anyway, back to autumn. If I have a favorite seaon, fall is it. (Even in the years in which I suffered from S.A.D. -- seasonal affect disorder.) The below little poem is twenty years old, but I can still clearly recall that morning. I was the only person in the camp up and about, and it was the day we were all going home. There were mountains in the distance, and I was standing at the edge of a field of wildflowers from which I had picked up a leaf that must have been blown from the stand of trees behind me.


LEAVE TAKING

I tilt a fall leaf to sunrise.

Dew drops magnify veins over
which they glide, converging
at the stem in one large globe

that baptizes my thumb,

a bandit's kiss.


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Resource: One Deep Breath, a lovely haiku site.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: Patricia Kelly]

****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

SUBWAY MENAGE A TROIS

[graphic from Equizotic.com]

I spent the majority of my 46 years of commuting to and from work by subway train reading. The rest, coping with delays and snafus in service, along with all my fellow long-suffering commuters. But occasionally I'd look outward through my protective inner focus and observe something intriguing.


SUBWAY MENAGE A TROIS

Jean knees bleached
as if by his dark heat,
he dips his shaggy head to a book.

Like a young horse anxious to perform
his tensing muscles betray awareness
of the young woman beside him.

She poses as if checkreined,
just barely past the lightly pungent odors
of sweet sweat and bubble gum.

Brushed and clean, blonde and golden cold,
she sparkles with refusal to acknowledge him.

And I, long past their pride and innocence,
if no wiser, yearn to bathe languidly
between them where the aura
of damp dark heat meets a golden frost.


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Resource: New York City Transit Authority info on Wikipedia.com, what a relief that this link is about as close as I need come to a subway now that I'm retired. :-) By the way, in the fare rate history $.15 is listed as the earliest. Well, I remember a brief time when it was only $.13 (now $2.00) and have a very vague recollection of a nickel fare (or maybe two nickels).

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: Patricia Kelly]

****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

POEM FOUND IN A GAME OF SCRABBLE



I had initially thought to post something about my experiences with a union organizing drive decades ago, given it's Labor Day weekend. But I'm a bit burned out by other stuff in my life right now, so I'll just put up this brief silliness:

POEM FOUND IN A GAME OF SCRABBLE

the crazed clown
axes the dazed Queen
under her full down quilt for pelf
then croaks himself


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Hope you have a relaxing Labor Day (is that an oxymoron? :-D) weekend.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: Patricia Kelly]

****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.