Deep Dark before the Light

Winter Solstice 2019 — the deep dark (here in Canada) before the return of the light. As I write this morning, the sky is just beginning to brighten. All is quiet, unless you count the hum of household systems. Peace and coffee.

We woke up the next morning and everything looked the same. But transformation does NOT happen overnight. We expected either mass destruction or instant utopia, but the sun simply rose as usual. Aluna Joy wrote today about global detox and global renewal — slow transformation on a different level than my own 2019 transformation.

I am still changing. As I wrote yesterday, I can’t be or do just one thing at a time. My soul is multi-faceted. The Light comes through this prism of Alice in distinct and various ways. I’m excited about tomorrow. The days will get longer here, bit by bit. Spring returns. Rejoice this Winter Solstice, and notice how you too are transforming.

This is NOT my first blog post

Dream Bringer’s Studio has been around for a long time, even before I started blogging in 2010. I was a professional and business owner, but being Gemini, I was never one to do just one thing at a time. I was also a writer, workshop leader, and dream teacher.

I birthed Dream Bringer’s Studio to house all my other interests, but my professional colleagues were confused by my multiplicity. So was an insurance company that paid for my professional services. To clear the air and settle the muddy waters, I took down my website, stopped blogging, and began the search in earnest for a life that would allow me more freedom. It took a while.

2019 has been my year of transformation. I expect I will be writing about that. I’ve saved all my old blog posts. They will likely show up in here too from time to time.

But for now, imagine me in my kitchen years ago, wondering what I would call my new endeavour. “Dream Bringer” was a name gifted on me by Robert Moss, who trained me in dreaming well. He saw me as one who could manifest a dream into waking reality. So there I was, in my kitchen, sweeping and thinking. Music was playing, and my heart was light with wonderment.

It felt like a dance, and the words “Dream Bringer’s Studio” popped into my head—a place to dance and create, both with words and with the hearts of the people I met. And so, Dream Bringer’s Studio was born, right there, with the dancing broom.