Navigating the desire to translate something experiential into something verbal, while also hoping that your listener will remain interested and responsive.
Deepening intimacy can be as wonderful as it is terrifying. Learning to trust your partner can feel bumpy at best, and at other times, like reaching into your chest, pulling out your heart, and handing it over to the other person to take care of.
Falling asleep, falling in love, falls off buildings, tripping and falling, falls from innocence, falls from grace, rain, leaves, Icarus, Adam and Eve, and Humpty Dumpty — falls captivate our greatest fears and our flights of imagination.
Where you long to be recognized is where you’re being called to shine. When you really allow yourself be who you are, there’s a freedom and a resonance that radiates from within. It speaks in a language of energy beyond words. An aliveness that’s born in your heart, and can be felt by all.
Become the container of your emotional waters and be free to wonder about what’s next.
“All sickness is homesickness. All healing is homecoming. Sharing moves me homeward.”
In sleep, our defenses are offline, so the “water” we’re avoiding by day has a chance to flush out in sleep via our dreams. If one’s avoidance of the “water” is chronic and rigid, recurring nightmares can be a sign the psyche is under stress.
It’s natural for us to protect whatever we value the most, and this is echoed in your dream house, as you have to go through many rooms and doors to reach the riches. It’s like you’re protecting something very precious, yet very big.
The good news, kind of, is that ruts are going to happen again and again over the course of a long-term relationship. It’s nice when a couple can recognize the signs they’re beginning to swing too far into it and take ownership of how they’re showing up…
Skin marks the passage of time, yet it’s always with us, thus the paradox of mortality and timelessness is held by our skin. Like other liminal images — twilight, shore, gate — skin occupies a similar threshold space in our archetypal imagination, a porous border at the meeting of two worlds.