The Dignity in the Courage to Feel

Your courage to feel gives me courage to feel, and vice versa. Feeling overcomes numbness since feeling is divine and numbness human. Numbness thaws slowly, through dedication to self-deconstruction, as problems are patterned into metaphor, and then parceled into understanding and into wisdom and then into the past as rhythmically as breath threads the present to the future.

Metaphor tells you when you are having too much fun, and not enough – what the psyche values and what it does not - when change is coming...

Metaphor is a sea hungry for the reality of mankind. Whales lick their lips. Watch out Mildred! Watch out!

Let mindfulness breathe through death. Let ring gorgeous golden pealing bells that do not mean anything at all.

In Coyote Marie’s dream I was a South African princess. I can imagine the dignity of being that. Let dignity sustain.

Dignity precedes real courage – but there is an eye of dignity in the yang of cowardice. There is an eye of cowardice in the yang of dignity.

Dignity and beauty are inseparable.

Dignity is a straight, wooden ladder. Indignity is that ladder on fire. Dignity is then the flowers and trees that are fertilized by the ladder’s ashes, which then, by turns, feed and house the world. If dignity must be in ashes, let the ashes nourish tomorrow’s beauty.

Let me walk on a sea of dignity comprised of what I possess. Take away my possessions and I walk through the desert to the next ocean, round and round the world never stopping. Thus is Sophia, Queen of the Universe. The wisdom of the feminine will save the wisdom of man no less than vice versa.

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday updates are posted to Amy George’s other blog Ask the Dream Queen, for which she interprets reader-submitted dreams.