Yet another dream of having a little girl—a daughter—this time she is with me and we are on a bus. I was wearing a frilly, flouncy white shirt, ultra-feminine with a plunging neckline. I had to pull the sides together to keep from exposing too much of my chest. My daughter was in white too. I was standing and holding her hand at first, then I saw an empty seat. We went over to it and I lifted her unto the seat, debating whether I ought to squeeze in beside her or let her sit by herself. Out of my periphery I could see there were more empty seats just beside us, but it did not occur to me to sit there or to have her sit on my lap.
DREAMWORK:
I am still trying to protect my vulnerability, my defenseless little feminine, which I have rejected and over-protected in turn. It’s been a lifetime of love and hate. I am beginning to love and cherish her now, but I feel so much still, for her defenselessness and innocence, which I want desperately to shield from the dangers of the world. I want her to have a chance to grow up, at her own pace, and have the time she needs to mature. Am I using her as an excuse not to go into the world? Somewhat. That’s the fear in me talking. The flipside of the fear is love. My love for her, my young, tender, darling child, my self, who is finally growing up into my Self. I do want her to have the best, as every parent does. I want her to stay on her path, guided by Source.
I know I cannot protect her, that would only get in her way, so I’ll love her all that I can, but let her sit by herself in her own seat, stay with her as we are meant to be, on this bus ride into the world together.
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