The first time I felt chills was when she found herself kneeling on the thin beach like she was praying, ocean on either side. It brought me back to when I first came to Block Island. Felt like an answer to a prayer. The second time I felt chills was when the old woman told her of the other wives trapped under the ice.
The third time I had a reaction was when she reminisced with her father. Felt like it took hold of my heart....the way they spoke of the difficulties they had....and how now you can hear and see them paddling into the wide ocean together.
I had a dream about my dad the other night (he passed on in 2021). In the dream we were working on something together. I felt angry towards him. I was remembering how close we were long ago.....how we were good buddies.....so similar. But that somehow faded over the years. Made me angry towards him....to think I wasn't as important to him as I used to be. I woke before I was given any answers. Left me feeling a bit unsettled.
But this ending to the story you tell Jen......kind of feels like a bit of an answer for me. It touches me deeply. Thanks for sharing it.
Beautiful share, Anne. Thank you. I love that the story merged with your dream and perhaps gave you an answer that reflects the healing of your relationship with your father in the actual world, and the healing of the masculine within your own psyche. Your dreams are just so powerful!
Curious to see how this image unfolds for you. Can you see yourself reflected in it? Has there been a time when someone or thing made your path easier?
The first time I felt chills was when she found herself kneeling on the thin beach like she was praying, ocean on either side. It brought me back to when I first came to Block Island. Felt like an answer to a prayer. The second time I felt chills was when the old woman told her of the other wives trapped under the ice.
The third time I had a reaction was when she reminisced with her father. Felt like it took hold of my heart....the way they spoke of the difficulties they had....and how now you can hear and see them paddling into the wide ocean together.
I had a dream about my dad the other night (he passed on in 2021). In the dream we were working on something together. I felt angry towards him. I was remembering how close we were long ago.....how we were good buddies.....so similar. But that somehow faded over the years. Made me angry towards him....to think I wasn't as important to him as I used to be. I woke before I was given any answers. Left me feeling a bit unsettled.
But this ending to the story you tell Jen......kind of feels like a bit of an answer for me. It touches me deeply. Thanks for sharing it.
Beautiful share, Anne. Thank you. I love that the story merged with your dream and perhaps gave you an answer that reflects the healing of your relationship with your father in the actual world, and the healing of the masculine within your own psyche. Your dreams are just so powerful!
The parts where she ....
.... found herself kneeling on a thin stretch of beach between sea and land, in between worlds. On her knees, she was, like she was praying.
That's quite a moment, isn't it, Eileen. Thank you for feeding the story. Let me know if this image reveals anything to you over the coming days.
The wood chips. I pictured a path of wood chips leading West...making the walking easier from that point
Curious to see how this image unfolds for you. Can you see yourself reflected in it? Has there been a time when someone or thing made your path easier?
Yes, I've seen that sometimes!