|Nun in Shining Armor Reconfigured|
CC Jean Stimmell: 7/13/15
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Nun in Shining Armor Revisited
My vivid dream I blogged about over two years ago(see Nun in Shining Armor), still reverberates in my psyche. Last week, relying totally on intuition, I reworked my dream image of the nun and found myself substituting my own photograph when I was a baby for the original infant image.
Here is what I wrote about my dream in my original blog:
I dreamed last night that I am wandering in a dark cave without beginning or end. Empty, feeling neither sorrow or joy, I stumble upon what appears to be a statue bathed in light, perhaps a knight in shining armor. But, coming closer, I see a Buddhist nun, tears streaming down her face, cradling her dead baby. In her grief, she is majestic: fiercer than any warrior, more authentic than the Buddha.
During my dream I fully aware that I am receiving an important message but, despite my best efforts, I cannot pull together the various threads to interpret what it means. Looking back on it in the light of day, I see the nun as my guide, sent to lead me to the gate of real faith: that flesh-and-blood imperative, that ultimate attachment that lifts us out of void and makes us truly human: passion, resiliency, and love.