LATE HAVE I LOVED YOU
Yesterday was the Memorial of St. Augustine. "Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!" (St. Augustine). That said, I want to celebrate, balance, and build on the wonderful masculine energy of St. Augustine by sharing a deeply feminine dream I had on the vigil of his Feast Day. Here is the dream: I am at a convent. I am coming to the end of a long session with the woman who is in charge. She has to leave. Then I am laying on the lap of another woman, like a child would. This woman is also a nun. I do not know her but she is so familiar to me. I feel a baby bump. I realize she is pregnant. But how can that be? She is a nun! She seems very happy and unconcerned. I am so relaxed leaning against her. Then I'm doing the dishes and wondering if I'll be asked to stay for supper. (End of Dream). When analyzing this dream something interesti...