I almost didn’t go.I had the page open for weeks. “Monthly Dream Circle—no art experience required.” I hovered over the registration button a dozen times. But something in me hesitated. Maybe it was the fear of sharing too much. Or of not fitting in. But something else—something quieter—said go.So I did. That first Dream Circle […]

I don’t usually buy things on impulse—especially not for myself.But something about the Dream Ritual Art kit spoke to me the moment I saw it. Maybe it was the timing. I had just gone through a season of endings—quiet, invisible ones. Friendships that faded. A project that didn’t work out. A sense of inner fog

For years, I called myself a “former artist.” Life happened—jobs, bills, heartbreaks, healing. Somewhere along the way, I stopped creating. My sketchbooks gathered dust, and my dreams, once vivid and full of color, started to fade. Then one night, I had a dream I couldn’t shake.A fox made of fire stood in a snowy forest.

I’ve always believed in the power of dreams. As a therapist, I’ve seen how the unconscious speaks in symbols, and how healing can come through self-awareness. But a few years ago, something shifted. After a particularly hard stretch—grief, burnout, and a sense of deep disconnection—I started having recurring nightmares. Dark, intense, and relentless. I’d wake