Posted by jonvon on October 01, 2002 at 15:34:11:
In Reply to: celebration of a woman wise posted by phunkle kitten on October 01, 2002 at 13:49:49:
And the day before that I dreamed that Paula was walking on a wide pathway of cracked white rock. The path looked like ancient virgin desert with wide cracks in petrified earth, but it was rock. It was the Narrow Path, even though it was wide enough for her to walk on quite easily, and it was straight, and she walked alone in holy, resplendant ceremonial garb. The gown, or robe, was humble in its way, but complex and billowing, and she was facing straight ahead and walking straight, and I could see that she was walking into her destiny. It felt like there was love all around guiding her softly, and she was very sure of herself, and all alone, at least there was no one around her. She was carried along in my arms, but my arms were all made of wind, and covered her from very high up, and reached down all the way to the ground, the way the wind does. So we were together in an important way, but she walked alone.