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Living the Dream, Living the Archetype

RE-Posting this article by popular request.
We are back from this year’s IASD Conference. We had a wonderful time. Met great people, attended insightful workshops, classes and presentations. The art show was amazing and experiential. My (Glory’s) favorite part of the week was attending the Dream Ball. We had to dress like one of our dream characters.
Well this year, Sherry, Tzivia and I, had a shared theme that started back in February. The Mother archetype decided to show up in dreams, synchronicities and our retreat. She really wanted to be acknowledged and honored and we did. Sherry, around the same time was working on the Empress card for her tarot deck, Mystic Illumination.
So we decided to once again invite The Mother to our dream ball. I attended as Mother Earth or Gaia. Sherry transformed herself into Lady of Guadalupe, and Tzivia embodied that last part of the poem below as “ME” a synchronicity that hopefully she will write about and share with us soon. Below is the poem that was shared at the Dream Ball written by Sherry Puricelli. I feel so blessed to have been a part of such a lovely, moving, and creative experience. Thank you ladies for sharing your gifts and thank you to the Great Mother.
Love, Glory Nelson – Life Coach, Dreamer, Teacher
Mother
 
Mother of cycles,
you are eternal Home to me;
sisters, aunts, mothers, grandmothers,
you’re there for me, always – no matter how far away I fly;
Mother Mary, Mother Earth, Mother of Galaxies,
Mother in my dreams,
you continually cycle back to me…
bringing me home, dancing me home, singing me home,
with empathy, painted – with colorful drops of Mother.
 
When I can’t keep up,
or cannot make the climb, you are the charger of my soul;
when I fall,
You bleed, and reveal your scar so I can learn self-healing;
when I lay broken,
you show me flowers that broke open too,
erupting into gardens of inner beauty;
Whenever I call,
Mother in my dreams,
you continually cycle back to me..
bringing me home, dancing me home, singing me home,
with empathy, painted – with colorful drops of Gaia.
 
When my heart is heavy,
you carry my sorrows and you become my rock;
When I’m missing you,
I hear your lullaby in the mourning doves’ cry.
when I am lost,
your evening star twinkles my inspiration trail.
When I lack faith,
you are my monument, my altar, my prayer,
so I can rediscover my own temple.
Mother in my dreams,
you continually cycle back to me..
bringing me home, dancing me home, singing me home,
with empathy, painted – with colorful drops of Mary.
 
 
Mother of cycles,
you are eternal Home to me;
In the theatre of our mutual dream,
I have buried your key;
We’re dancing rainbows
in timeless time,
spaceless space,
and deathless death;
You’ve been with me always,
since before my first lullaby,
and after my last step.
 
I am Mother in my dreams,
continually cycling back ..
bringing me home, dancing me home, singing me home,
with empathy, painted – with colorful drops of Me.
Poetry by Sherry Puricelli – Dream Coach, Connecticut
Empress – Mystic Illumination Deck