Feb 212014

“Heart of the Matter” by Sean Frosali

There is nothing more beautiful than the numinous dream that is given to someone who has wrestled triumphantly with their shadows. These dreams sparkle with tenderness, speaking in a new and unusual tongue, which is also heavy with ancient wisdom.

More like encounters with the soul itself these dreams say, Here, I finally belong. And we know instantly that the secret heart only ever wanted to be seen. For all the energy we spend hiding that which we consider unbearable, the moment one lets one’s grief and shame be exposed to the kindness of a good listener, the dreaming changes its course.

Only by following these faint flickers of light in the blackness of night, can the inner narrative find its way out of a recurring loop.

Astoundingly, the architecture of Belonging spins itself out from the center of the Self in our dreams. How it then calls us forward, step by tentative step, along these gossamer threads, into an increasingly intimate conversation. How we then, one day, suddenly find ourselves anchored in a meaningful life.

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A writer, artist and tender of dreams, Toko-pa has been interviewed by CNN News & BBC Radio and her writing has appeared in publications around the world. Thanks to Skype, she works with dreamers internationally in her Private Dreamwork practice, based on Salt Spring Island in Canada. You can find Toko-pa on Facebook or sign up for her mailing list to receive news about upcoming events.

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  4 Responses to “The Secret Heart”

  1. Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.

  2. Such a beautiful rendition of the dream state. Both the visual and the word painting. thank you!

  3. Last night, I had one of “these faint flickers of light in the blackness of night,” after holding space with someone whose life is in chaos, but who is staying strong in spirit. In my dream “doing my daily routine” I was hugged by someone (an angel) who enfolded me without revealing ‘himself.’ A few “minutes” later I looked at myself with amazement, saying “I’m dancing with my grandmother! Nana! We’re dancing!” She lowered her head and kissed my heart. Nana died in 1981. I woke feeling profoundly loved and blessed.

  4. I just love the latest post. It is so strong and empowering, emotional, e-motive and inspiring. These are truly refreshing words written from a beautiful heart and soul. All blessings be yours

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