Today the shortest and most precocious member of the household woke me up full of ideas. Could we surprise daddy with early late father's day? Could we get a cat and name him Sparky Fur?
It might be that I simply dreamed about an almost-dead cat. But I'd like to think it was something more: A sign that I am starting to feed the feminine, magical side of my psyche. Two nights ago I had a dream that I came home to discover a long-forgotten cat. I found her lying on the floor and… Continue reading Feeding the Feminine