The Ancient

The Ancient

This dream for me holds a moment of presence. There is no particular destination that I am aware of, though perhaps the dream imago of the guiding father knows where we are to go. He tells me to be attentive to him, to stay in connection. I am the child, curious, connected to my father, in his care and protection, present to a moment. The dream offers the gesture of stroking my hand across the smooth black stone, The Ancient, to remind me of this presence. Slowing down, sensual touch, innocence.

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Dreaming Of Our Little Ones And Loved Ones Lost

Dreaming Of Our Little Ones And Loved Ones Lost

I am someone who has always been sensitive to time’s passage, and especially in the years since I have had children, I’ve tried my best to be as cognizant and as present to them and our life together as one possibly can be. Still, I wake up sometimes with the almost unbearable ache, wishing for more time, wishing I had known better.

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