Last night I had another art and healing dream. I was teaching my class. The class had become very large, people were coming from far away. I was in a big auditorium and people were talking. I told them to stop talking and started to explain what art and healing was, how you used art (visual arts, music, dance, writing, ceremony) to heal yourself, others, community and earth. In the middle of my long winded explanation, I was up to music I think, people started to stand up. A whole group rose up and a young man about 12 came to the center of the circle, (I teach in circles). He started to sing, he sang an unbelievably beautiful Native American Chant, not one I knew, I thought it was original and he wrote it, it was incredibly healing. Then.... I knew..more than ever.. it was not about me, it was about the class, and they were doing art to heal more than I could ever teach…. Ummmm

its about you.... you are the healing artist....

From Lisa Rasmussen , http://treeshrines-artistlisarasmussen.blogspot.com/ wonderful art teacher at Lincoln Child Center and healing artist, this link about Carl Jung and dreams. When I read his autobiography, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, it changed my life. especially this paragraph about pummeting down, it started me on my journey of guided imagery and spirit guides.

 http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/magazine/20jung-t.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1

"Between appointments with patients, after dinner with his wife and children, whenever there was a spare hour or two, Jung sat in a book-lined office on the second floor of his home and actually induced hallucinations — what he called “active imaginations.” “In order to grasp the fantasies which were stirring in me ‘underground,’ ” Jung wrote later in his book “Memories, Dreams, Reflections,” “I knew that I had to let myself plummet down into them.” He found himself in a liminal place, as full of creative abundance as it was of potential ruin, believing it to be the same borderlands traveled by both lunatics and great artists."

"In the Red Book, after Jung’s soul urges him to embrace the madness, Jung is still doubtful. Then suddenly, as happens in dreams, his soul turns into “a fat, little professor,” who expresses a kind of paternal concern for Jung.

Jung says: “I too believe that I’ve completely lost myself. Am I really crazy? It’s all terribly confusing.”

The professor responds: “Have patience, everything will work out. Anyway, sleep well.” '

sleep well professor, sleep well teacher.....