I’ve had some interesting meditation experiences, but I’ve yet to talk to my fear… Which probably means I’m afraid of doing so..
Thanks for another wonderfully insightful post and I’m glad you’ve come to a compromise with your own fear.
~Rose.
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ADOLESCENCE–III

Rita Dove

With Dad gone, Mom and I worked
The dusky rows of tomatoes.
As they glowed orange in sunlight
And rotted in shadow, I too
Grew orange and softer, swelling out
Starched cotton slips.

The texture of twilight made me think of
Lengths of Dotted Swiss. In my room
I wrapped scarred knees in dresses
That once went to big-band dances;
I baptized my earlobes with rosewater.
Along the window-sill, the lipstick stubs
Glittered in their steel shells.

Looking out at the rows of clay
And chicken manure, I dreamed how it would happen:
He would meet me by the blue spruce,
A carnation over his heart, saying,
“I have come for you, Madam;
I have loved you in my dreams.”
At his touch, the scabs would fall away.
Over his shoulder, I see my father coming toward us:
He carries his tears in a bowl,
And blood hangs in the pine-soaked air.

I love how strange and wonderful the unconscious is sometimes, with the nest and the worms and the bowl. I have some seriously strange parts too–fun to hear about other’s!

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So I could do with a lovely internal wooden nest of my own, but I seem to find even the thought quite scary – I think it’s a fear of relaxing and letting my guard down.

Thank you for sharing this stuff. It is inspiring and encouraging and gives me all kinds of ideas for new ways to get on with my own fear and stuckness.

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You’ll not lose readers. Promise. Well if you do they were never meant to be here anyway. Keep on keeping it Havilicious.

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