Wanting More
The Animus is courting me. He knows me so well. He knows I’ve lived life cautiously, watching from the side lines. He knows I get scared, then I run and hide. So we’re taking it slowly right now. I’m not slaying dragons or jumping off cliffs in my dreams, but I’m with him and I’m sticking around and that feels different.
Here are the dreams I worked with Marc this morning.
Tea for Me
The Animus makes a pitcher of iced tea for me. The pitcher’s clear glass, round and full, gleaming. He pours me a tall glass and hands it to me. I take the smallest sip I can manage, a single drop. This is my life. He shows me love and plenty but I can only accept this tiny taste.
Working the dream with Marc, I close my eye and guzzle the tea, gulp down his love. It feels bold and brave. I feel wanting for him and the promise of more.
Come with Me
I’m alone in a small row boat. A man extends his hand to me. As I step out of the boat, it takes me a moment to realize that he’s not helping me to shore, we’re walking into the water. I giggle for a moment, and think “I get it”. I hold his hand, feel myself surrender to him.
I’m holding these dreams in my heart, knowing the love I feel is real. Knowing it’s always there for me to drink it in. Wanting more.
June 12, 2009