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 interesting dawned on me:  

 

In the dream the dishes were being done.  Maybe I did have supper with them?  Maybe they did invite me to supper?  Or maybe I invited myself?  Regardless, how does this change my thinking going forward?  How does it change my sense of belonging, now?  Does it speak to post traumatic growth?

 

Next. When I amplify this Pregnant Nun dream I can even see it speaking to the climate crisis.  We lean on, depend on Mother earth.  She is so vulnerable.  She is hungry.  She is in trouble.  We need to clean Her up.  We need to do the dishes if we want to keep staying for supper. 

 

Continuing. With Jungian psychology everything and everyone in the dream is part of the dreamer, just like in a fairytale.  So with Jung I am the pregnant nun in the dream. I am also the baby bump, the woman in charge, the convent, and the dishes.

 

Is something new being born in my life?  In your life?  In the life of someone in your family?  In a coworker?  A neighbour?  A friend?  How can we support, encourage, protect that new life being born in us, in others, and in the world?    


"Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!"  (St. Augustine).

 

Some pregnancies take longer than others.

 

It's never too late.


Cb

Amen

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