meeting the wounded woman

Highly recommended: The Fisher King and the Handless Maiden, by Robert A. Johnson.
 

MEETING THE WOUNDED WOMAN

After waking from the sight
of a wounded woman
knee-deep in a dark swamp…

I remembered what I’d read:

the “she” a man meets
in his dream
lives within him.

But though still alive
my receptive side
obviously didn’t feel so well—
after all, she’d lost a hand.

But how and when?—
I did not know…
however

as I pondered
the blank shock
in her blue eyes
I began to feel
what she must have felt
during whatever crime
caused the loss—
what she still feels
in the long aftermath:

horror at a savagery both rabid
and casual—
stunned confusion
at an injustice unpunished.

I could feel
the frozen fire
of her righteous anger

but also sensed
warm moist ashes of grief
beneath that ice.

I then understood why
a violent dream may follow
a routine mundane day:

if forced to confront
our deep wounds
during the waking hours
how could we complete transactions
or work with movable parts?

But we don’t occasionally confront
and deal with that truth
those wounds may kill us.

So, I need my horrific dreams—
painful though the awakening may be
I need to dream of a woman
missing a hand.

I can shelf that secret
in the back room
while I’m totaling receipts

then afterward
return to learning
how to heal the life
that gives me life.

Progress is slow, of necessity
but when I feel discouraged
I think of the green lizard dream:

how the little fellow sang with joy
because he’d finally managed
to grow his tail back—

he sang of sensitivity regained
he sang of better balance—
such fun, being functional!

That regeneration
must’ve cost a lot of energy
but what a return—
his song sounded so strong!
 

© 2020, Michael R. Patton
the truth of the dream: poetry ebook

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seeing what I feel

As the world suffers during a pandemic…

…I’m actually feeling a bit lighter.

Yes, some grief still lingers from the death of my father last December…

But I no longer carry the burden of being a full-time caregiver.  Though my life isn’t exactly a cakewalk, I now find myself bursting into song occasionally.  I haven’t heard my own notes for quite a while.

However…

…last week, I started to feel guilty about feeling better when so many are feeling worse.

Fortunately, a dream soon revealed other feelings that I held…

In the dream…

I’m flying over a freeway.  Far below, I see bodies strewn here and there—on the road and off.  No cars, just dead people sprawled in various positions.

At the sight of all that carnage, I feel sick.  Sick and sad.

The message is clear to me:

Yes, I’m lighter.  But I’m still affected by the pain and death and disturbance I see in the world.  Yes, I’m watching it all from a distance.  But from this viewpoint, I can see plenty.

© 2020, Michael R. Patton
the truth of the dream: poetry ebook

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what a nightmare!

I hear reports of people experiencing Covid-19 nightmares…

If it’s true that a dream won’t tell you anything you don’t already know…

…why do we need these Covid nightmares?

After all, most of us are well aware of the danger.  And well aware of our fear.

But maybe the message for some is: you’re taking the pandemic too lightly.  And/or: you’re more afraid than you think.

As for the rest…

The dreaming mind could be using a news event to create a personal metaphor.

With that in mind, I can imagine a few possibilities…

A dream of virus infection could represent an infection not of the body, but of the mind.  The dreamer could be dreaming of how he’s “infected” by certain ideas and beliefs running rampant in our culture.

A dream of Covid paranoia could reveal a general fear of the unknown, the unseen.

A dream of battling the virus could symbolize a battle within ourselves—a battle we need to see so we can consciously help in the fight.

Let me be clear: I’m just tossing ideas around.  The dreamer is the only one who knows the truth of his/her dream.

Whatever the message might be, it must be damn important.  Why else would the dreaming mind wake us from our health-nurturing sleep?

As for myself…

No, I haven’t had a coronavirus nightmare…

In fact, I’ve remembered only a few rather mundane dreams lately…

In one, I’m stacking short plain boards.  Exciting, huh?  The stacks weren’t even very high.

But despite the lack of drama, perhaps I should look into that dream.  After all, big messages can come from dreams that seem so small.

© 2020, Michael R. Patton
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