Many months ago I was asleep in the arms of a wonderful man.
I heard him murmur, ‘Peace in a pomegranate.’
‘Hm?’ I asked.
‘I just dreamt that phrase – peace in a pomegranate. I don’t know what it means.’
‘It means something to me,’ I said. ‘Its about love.’ In my half awake state I recalled that the pomegranate is symbolic of sexual love in a couple of mythologies.
The phrase planted itself in my mind and heart. He pulled me back into his chest and back into sleep.
I’m thinking of two myths – The Garden of Eden and the Atalanta story from Greek mythology. In both, discord or competition are inherent in the expression of sexual love. I find this distressing. I think we need new love stories, new sex stories and new romances. Stories that are about harmony, not discord; stories that are at peace with sexual love not fearful of it.
I want to write those stories. But first I want to know peace in a pomegranate.
At the end of last year I decided to dedicate this year to being the best lover I’ve ever been. I’m devoting the whole endeavour to the juicy beauty of the phrase ‘Peace in a Pomegranate.’ I’ll let you know how I go.
And finally, how cool is it to have a lover dream on my behalf? I still can’t get over that one. Which is why its taken me this long to tell anyone about it. Truly special – the man and the dream.
vivacityradio
18/01/2012
he sounds like a dream “date”.
Richard Bellars
18/01/2012
So you…the story, the phrase, the images, the sensuality, the letting the seed settle to grow into something, the gratitude, the inspiration to share the story…with more stories to come…love it
Vena Ramphal
18/01/2012
Thanks, Rich