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The Double Meaning behind the blog title 'Dream Follower:'
First, for 14 years I was a ballroom & social dance instructor, and have studied both leading and following. I feel that learning to follow is full of nuance and is often misunderstood. I made it one of my personal goals to become a really excellent follow on the dance floor, and will probably talk a lot about the art of following - both in and out of the context of dance.

Second, I am a huge fan of author Michael Ende, probably best known for The Neverending Story. The book is incredible, and the first film captured some of the essence. (Please don't watch the other two films...I urge you to read the book though!) Anyway, at least twice in my life I have been caught in a storm of my own indecision, and my inner Moon Princess yelled to my inner Bastian...'Why don't you do what you dream?' I tear up even now as I write this little blurb. The tension between being practical, keeping my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds (at the risk of compromising my inner vibrancy, true self, and who knows what else)...and reaching for my true dreams (at the risk of losing everything) is still a very real struggle. In fact, one of those struggles lead to my 14 years of teaching dance, so we can see which voice won the battle that fateful day when I was staring at the want-ad...

And so I strive to be two kinds of Dream Followers in my life. One has to do with connecting with others, and the other has to do with connecting with my inner Moon Princess and the world of possibility that opens when I do...

Thursday, October 2, 2014

A long pause

A breath






Like an inhale from a dream state that awakens the dreamer, a violent intake of breath saves the dreamer from drowning.

The time is drawing near again, when a river of words will spill droplet by droplet onto the page, and be pumped into the waiting internet...a drought is lifting, a word drought of dried up thoughts, old patterns, unknown and unknowable ways of expression will form rivulets and merge into bigger and bigger forms and burst the dam that has been thwarting any and all the writings.

We meet again soon, and each breath is surrounded by little pauses like parentheses hugging my life with healthy pauses.

Sometimes the silence between thoughts speaks the most volumes...