Dream: My Subconscious Starts to Adjust
Only one image lingers from last night's dream. . .
I am sitting in the prow of my dad's 8' fiberglass boat, the one he owned for decades and which was a constant feature of our family's summer excursions. We are in the waters of Puget Sound, near my sacred island. Dad is in the back, his hand on the controls of the outboard motor. We're racing across the water, bouncing over the waves.
It is an image from my life, one repeated many times over the years, one of the special bonding activities my dad and I shared. On the water.
I remember the last time we did this in life, the last time the family went to the island for a vacation. I remember how it felt to be racing both across and with the water, the delight in the bouncing up and down with the wind in my face. It was a sensation of pure joy.
My subconscious seems to be settling down and getting with the program.
My subconscious is reminding me that I have been doing my father the same disservice I have been doing myself in characterizing him primarily as ruler of Swords. He is a life-long fisherman, a life-long boater, a man of deep and intense feeling, even though he has often kept it hidden by the rules of discretion that govern men of his class and generation.
My father is also a man of Water.
I am sitting in the prow of my dad's 8' fiberglass boat, the one he owned for decades and which was a constant feature of our family's summer excursions. We are in the waters of Puget Sound, near my sacred island. Dad is in the back, his hand on the controls of the outboard motor. We're racing across the water, bouncing over the waves.
It is an image from my life, one repeated many times over the years, one of the special bonding activities my dad and I shared. On the water.
I remember the last time we did this in life, the last time the family went to the island for a vacation. I remember how it felt to be racing both across and with the water, the delight in the bouncing up and down with the wind in my face. It was a sensation of pure joy.
My subconscious seems to be settling down and getting with the program.
My subconscious is reminding me that I have been doing my father the same disservice I have been doing myself in characterizing him primarily as ruler of Swords. He is a life-long fisherman, a life-long boater, a man of deep and intense feeling, even though he has often kept it hidden by the rules of discretion that govern men of his class and generation.
My father is also a man of Water.