I'm singing this song to my own good soul today:
You will shelter me, my love
I will shelter you
Love is our shelter ...
especially the love we give to ourselves.
I had a helluva dream this afternoon while napping. Long story short: a stalker-man came into my apartment while I slept (in the dream), taping screeds of "love" onto my walls. I saw the sheets of paper (one was orange) and started to scream. I screamed at my neighbours to call 911; I screamed at my former husband (who was living across the hall) to help (he didn't); I screamed the stalker right out of the building when he showed up at my door. I even gave the police officer (when she finally showed up) a piece of my mind when she acted more like a perky 'life coach' than a cop. "Dust for prints!" I told her. I was enraged.
This dream's an evolution. The theme -- being stalked, chased, assaulted -- has been constant for about 27 years. What's changing is my response to the threats. I'm feeling terror, yes ... and anger. I feel furious at the invasion, whatever it is. I feel furious at other people's cavalier and nonsensical reactions to my calls for help. Fury is becoming my friend ... and I am becoming my own shelter.