Hi. I’m Deanne Love.
Welcome.
Teacher, artist and somatic therapist by trade. Embodied dreamworker and creative practitioner by life experience.
Formally educated in the arts of education and human behaviour. Shaped by a life of flow, shadow, and dreams.
For most of my adult life, I’ve worked with bodies, creativity, rhythm, and what happens when people are given permission to move, feel, and listen in their own way. I became a lot of people’s hoop teacher, this is true, but not the whole story. Hooping was never just about the plastic circles. It was about freedom, pleasure and reconnecting with the wisdom of the body
Along the way, I became deeply attuned to creativity as medicine, and the quiet ways the body speaks when we stop interrupting it.
As I was completing my Master of Counselling, swimming in theory, ethics, trauma, and the careful art of listening, my life took an unexpected detour. My own body began speaking loudly.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Before any scans or appointments, I had a dream. A visitation. The dream told me I had breast cancer and exactly where it was. It wasn’t a dramatic or startling dream, it was a solid knowing. My body spoke, my psyche listened.
I have always listened to my dreams. They have been rich, imaginative, and deeply informative my whole life. That dream was not a nightmare; it was communication. And it was correct.
Within the last 6 months, I have had treatment and a double mastectomy to remove the cancer from the exact area the dream led me to.
So when people tell me they don’t dream, I don’t usually think something is missing. I think something is being unheard.
We live in a culture that trains us to override subtle signals and rush toward answers or quick fixes that plaster over. We explain away sensation to privilege productivity over presence. In that kind of environment, dreams don’t disappear. They go quiet. Bodies don’t stop speaking. We stop listening.
This is where my work now lives.
I create spaces where listening becomes possible again. Not just through dreams, but via the body, creativity, grief, desire. Through the parts of us that don’t respond well to urgency or extraction.
My background in movement, my years of teaching through HoopLovers, my formal counselling training, and my lived experience of illness have all converged into this understanding: healing, clarity, and direction don’t arrive through force. They arrive through relationship.
That’s why I share the weekly Dream Listening Room and monthly Dream Circles. A ritual space (online together) where we gather to rest the nervous system, make things with our hands, and listen without needing to perform or be impressive. We work with journaling, collage, dream fragments, and somatic practices. It’s not a workshop. It’s a listening room.
I still believe deeply in play. I still teach hooping. I still value joy, movement, sweat, and irreverence as portals to truth. HoopLovers.tv remains a home for embodied creativity and learning, because that work matters.
But this chapter of my life is quieter in a different way. It’s less about mastery and more about trust. Less about answers and more about staying with what’s alive long enough for it to reveal itself.
If you’re here, you’re probably not looking for a five-step program or someone to tell you what to do next.
You might be looking for a place where listening is allowed.
Welcome. We’re not in a hurry here.