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<blockquote data-quote="scent of cedar" data-source="post: 610517" data-attributes="member: 1721"><p><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>That we found companions during such a harrowing journey IS a miracle, Recovering. I am grateful, to have, and to give. We are always taught that miracles only happened a long time ago (or maybe, that they never happened, at all), so we don't realize it sometimes, when we are in one. If we look through the events of our lives, I think we can see other times, other companions, other miracles, too. I think it is that way for all of us. And have you ever been in a hard time and someone on the street gives you such a compassionate smile that you feel stronger ~ almost, strong enough, to keep going? Or you've read or seen something in a post here that applies so personally to you, but the person who posted never even knows that? This site is a personal miracle for each of us here too, I think. I mean, how did we all find it? But here it is, and here we all are, and like all of us, I am so grateful it exists. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>But I've enjoyed you in particular, Recovering. And during the worst of this, your kindness and compassion soothed both husband and I during a time when there wasn't much comfort to be had.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Thank you, Recovering.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>:O)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>***************************** </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Oh, wow, Recovering! I was reading through your post to pick out the quotes I wanted to reply to and read the part where YOU thanked me. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>You are totally welcome. I feel pretty happy about this. I hadn't seen that, the first time.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"Aw, shucks, ma'am." Cedar blushes and slips away to show Frankenstein.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>********************</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I love the dream about the hidden room and the red dresses, Recovering. There is an old fairy tale (If you have Women Who Run With the Wolves, it is in there, along with Estes' interpretation of that symbology.) about a young girl who is given red shoes. Or who chooses red shoes. Anyway, Estes writes that the red shoes represent menstruation ~ in other words, coming into the power of womanhood. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I never even thought of the symbolic meaning of buying my granddaughter that beautiful red dress. I love that. I hope she does become a powerful, self-possessed woman. I think in the story, the girl who wore the red shoes could not stop dancing. Handling that kind of power successfully requires great authenticity. In our patriarchal culture, where women have been so degraded, authenticity for us is hard to come by. We have been taught to believe our power has to do with sex. That isn't even part of it, any more than it is, for males. We live our lives living out our true value, but it is never acknowledged ~ not by us, and not by anyone else. That is very sad, for all of us ~ and the loss of male identity is sad, too. We are so busy defining everything with our clever little brains that we lose the totality of just about everything.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Whatever. I'm confusing myself, again. You posted something about that once, Recovering. I meant to respond, but I never did. I'm thinking you understand what I'm trying to say.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Even if I don't know what it is, exactly.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>:O)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>********************************</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Have you read a lot of Jung, Recovering? His belief was that genetic memories carry their impacts on our spirits and psyches. Events that happened to our ancestors are in there. This information comes to us through the symbols in our dreams. That is why everyone thinks Jungians are so strange. But I think they are correct. Joseph Campbell believed something similar ~ that there is a kind of collective consciousness at work in our interpretations of spirituality through time and over vast distances. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>What an interesting dream, Recovering. I believe it to be a true reflection of something that needed to be acknowledged and addressed. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>This is something that occurred to me, when we believed we were going to lose difficult child daughter, this summer. I too, felt that I hadn't been able to protect her from whatever it is that is destroying us. But then, I realized that I don't know what happened, what was accomplished, why she needed to do what she did, whether I had responded appropriately.... I realized that I don't really know anything, at all. The only thing I was sure of is that I love her. If she had died last summer, I would have known only that fact for sure. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Only that. But they say that it is love that conquers fear. That is what that light was you shined on your daughter I think, Recovering.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>A very powerful kind of love.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I don't even know how that fits in, here.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Cedar</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Isn't it an amazing thing, how the dreams that matter stay with us, forever? </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Here is a dream:</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>My grandmother's house. ("Aha!" say the Jungians among us.) There is an old fashioned fuse box near the ceiling, out of reach, on the very farthest corner of the upper story of the house. (In real life, this was so. Only I did not know it was a fuse box, then. I was afraid of it, but I didn't know why.) Anyway. In the dream, I climb and climb and climb the stairs, knowing I am going to see that scary fuse box at the top. The box wasn't covered like ours are, today. There were all these glittering glass things reflecting light and just being generally spooky. Kind of like those coils in the Frankenstein movies, now that I think about it.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Hmmm....</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Though I am afraid, I climb the stairs, anyway.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I see the fuse box.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>And here is the upshot. "The wires connect, and the music...plays of its own accord."</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I have never forgotten the dream, and could not tell you to this day what it means.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>It's still kind of scary, though. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Here is another:</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Way, deep in the ocean, something huge rises out from deep in the sand. It's an old car. One of those big, old cars from the 40s. It is scoured so clean of everything, Recovering. No dirt. No rust. Nothing bad. All scoured clean by the sand and the salt and the sun. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>That's the dream.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="scent of cedar, post: 610517, member: 1721"] [I] That we found companions during such a harrowing journey IS a miracle, Recovering. I am grateful, to have, and to give. We are always taught that miracles only happened a long time ago (or maybe, that they never happened, at all), so we don't realize it sometimes, when we are in one. If we look through the events of our lives, I think we can see other times, other companions, other miracles, too. I think it is that way for all of us. And have you ever been in a hard time and someone on the street gives you such a compassionate smile that you feel stronger ~ almost, strong enough, to keep going? Or you've read or seen something in a post here that applies so personally to you, but the person who posted never even knows that? This site is a personal miracle for each of us here too, I think. I mean, how did we all find it? But here it is, and here we all are, and like all of us, I am so grateful it exists. But I've enjoyed you in particular, Recovering. And during the worst of this, your kindness and compassion soothed both husband and I during a time when there wasn't much comfort to be had. Thank you, Recovering. :O) ***************************** Oh, wow, Recovering! I was reading through your post to pick out the quotes I wanted to reply to and read the part where YOU thanked me. You are totally welcome. I feel pretty happy about this. I hadn't seen that, the first time. "Aw, shucks, ma'am." Cedar blushes and slips away to show Frankenstein. ******************** I love the dream about the hidden room and the red dresses, Recovering. There is an old fairy tale (If you have Women Who Run With the Wolves, it is in there, along with Estes' interpretation of that symbology.) about a young girl who is given red shoes. Or who chooses red shoes. Anyway, Estes writes that the red shoes represent menstruation ~ in other words, coming into the power of womanhood. I never even thought of the symbolic meaning of buying my granddaughter that beautiful red dress. I love that. I hope she does become a powerful, self-possessed woman. I think in the story, the girl who wore the red shoes could not stop dancing. Handling that kind of power successfully requires great authenticity. In our patriarchal culture, where women have been so degraded, authenticity for us is hard to come by. We have been taught to believe our power has to do with sex. That isn't even part of it, any more than it is, for males. We live our lives living out our true value, but it is never acknowledged ~ not by us, and not by anyone else. That is very sad, for all of us ~ and the loss of male identity is sad, too. We are so busy defining everything with our clever little brains that we lose the totality of just about everything. Whatever. I'm confusing myself, again. You posted something about that once, Recovering. I meant to respond, but I never did. I'm thinking you understand what I'm trying to say. Even if I don't know what it is, exactly. :O) ******************************** Have you read a lot of Jung, Recovering? His belief was that genetic memories carry their impacts on our spirits and psyches. Events that happened to our ancestors are in there. This information comes to us through the symbols in our dreams. That is why everyone thinks Jungians are so strange. But I think they are correct. Joseph Campbell believed something similar ~ that there is a kind of collective consciousness at work in our interpretations of spirituality through time and over vast distances. What an interesting dream, Recovering. I believe it to be a true reflection of something that needed to be acknowledged and addressed. This is something that occurred to me, when we believed we were going to lose difficult child daughter, this summer. I too, felt that I hadn't been able to protect her from whatever it is that is destroying us. But then, I realized that I don't know what happened, what was accomplished, why she needed to do what she did, whether I had responded appropriately.... I realized that I don't really know anything, at all. The only thing I was sure of is that I love her. If she had died last summer, I would have known only that fact for sure. Only that. But they say that it is love that conquers fear. That is what that light was you shined on your daughter I think, Recovering. A very powerful kind of love. I don't even know how that fits in, here. Cedar Isn't it an amazing thing, how the dreams that matter stay with us, forever? Here is a dream: My grandmother's house. ("Aha!" say the Jungians among us.) There is an old fashioned fuse box near the ceiling, out of reach, on the very farthest corner of the upper story of the house. (In real life, this was so. Only I did not know it was a fuse box, then. I was afraid of it, but I didn't know why.) Anyway. In the dream, I climb and climb and climb the stairs, knowing I am going to see that scary fuse box at the top. The box wasn't covered like ours are, today. There were all these glittering glass things reflecting light and just being generally spooky. Kind of like those coils in the Frankenstein movies, now that I think about it. Hmmm.... Though I am afraid, I climb the stairs, anyway. I see the fuse box. And here is the upshot. "The wires connect, and the music...plays of its own accord." I have never forgotten the dream, and could not tell you to this day what it means. It's still kind of scary, though. Here is another: Way, deep in the ocean, something huge rises out from deep in the sand. It's an old car. One of those big, old cars from the 40s. It is scoured so clean of everything, Recovering. No dirt. No rust. Nothing bad. All scoured clean by the sand and the salt and the sun. That's the dream.[/i] [/QUOTE]
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