Magic happens, and nothing is impossible. One Easter, when I was about six, a bird landed on our backyard washing line. Dad, who was shaving at the kitchen sink, put down his razor and peered through the window, “Is that a budgie perched on our washing line?” We tiptoed into the garden to investigate, hoping
Some dreams are just meant to be shared, and here’s one with a universal message. One of my regular clients brought this dream to me for interpretation and alchemy, and kindly offered it to share with you all on this blog. He dreamed he was a passenger on a gigantic bus, sitting near the back
My son, Euan Gray, is a singer-songwriter and tenor sax player. When he was a young child, he dreamed he was walking along the road when he met a famous sax player, his idol at the time. In the dream, Euan asked the secret of his success. The famous sax player lifted the lapel on
“Oh, that’s good, I like that,” chuckled Michael, indicating the car in front of us as we were driving home yesterday. “Angst is attitude.” “Uh?” “Angst is attitude.” “A new angle to an old twist, an appealing je ne sais quoi,” I agreed, appealing to my je ne sais quoi for an explanation. (What on
I hesitated to share this story because it sounds implausible, but it did happen, on Friday to be precise, and the scientist-in-me has been trying to explain it away. So I entice you to don the hat of your choice – dreamer, scientist, detective, alchemist, sceptic, mystic, reader – and explore this mystery: Three weeks