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.