Monday, June 18, 2012


GINKGO DREAM NECKLACE (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

Hallelujah for dream memory and the vivid images produced while sleeping. (If you are not having memorable dreams, try drinking ginkgo tea! It's really a steam engine for fueling dreams!) I believe in drawing every day no matter what. Judgement is suspended.  "Not good, not bad, just is," I repeat to myself.

I begin my image making with coffee while my mind is still close to the magic of the subconscious.

Two nights ago, I had my ginkgo necklace dream. In this dream, I was wearing a large ornamental necklace. Although I can't remember the details of the pendants on the necklace, its symbols resonated with my sense of self and felt more like an outer permanent physical fringe of my inner being. It was as if I were a frilled lizard or triceratops and my inner workings, my heart's blood would pour out into my necklace!

However, it was disturbing that in my dream world, when I entered the "big house," I was required to remove my ginkgo dream necklace. I felt naked and barren, immediately experiencing a loss of energy. What had happened to the feel of permanence?

The dream continues and certainly has meaning to me, but might bore you dear Pilgrims! Yet I feel summoned to embrace and celebrate my gingko dream necklace, which was the focus of my drawing for two consecutive mornings. The necklace contains an important message for me!

Coffee with Hallelujah admonishes:  Honor your dream images in any way that you can.  When your SOUL continues speaking to you in a sustainable image after waking, LOOK and LISTEN. By merging our conscious and subconscious selves, we become healthier human BEINGS!

May all of you have a good deep sleep with meaningful dreams and a fine awakening. Try drinking your own cup of gingko tea! Hallelujah!

This is what one of my heroines, Natalie Goldberg, says
“We are important and our lives are important, magnificent really, and their details are worthy to be recorded. This is how writers must think, this is how we must sit down with pen in hand. We were here; we are human beings; this is how we lived. Let it be known, the earth passed before us..."


  1. Such an encouraging sentiment from Natalie Goldberg! I need to hear this often when it feels like my existence is not important. I almost never remember my dreams, but Saturday night had a snippet of dreamscape stick in my waking consciousness. It startled me awake at 3:28 am. I was buried under piles of snow just outside a relative's front door here in Rutland VT. No one could hear my cries for help and I was afraid of simply melting away...this on the heels of an evening with relatives recalling the extensive family tree and all the cousins since the 1800s we had no idea what happened to.

  2. Dreams MATTER, and we MATTER...thanks for sharing your dream Cecelia!