Thanks Tony - I'll take a look. There were more cats being murdered and saved last night - dark ones, this time.
Cats are an important part of my life, so maybe it's about what they mean to me as well as generally in this one. When it's not cats, it's horses at the moment.
"So if you dare to grow beyond your present maturity, you are bound to have a few nightmares. Try to see what they say about you. You have nothing to lose but your fear."
It's interesting because I've just had a significant birthday and yet am not particularly preoccupied with this in waking life. It is presumably, therefore, coming out in my dream life and making me conscious of it. What is interesting, is that as I get older, I feel more liberated and independent, rather than less. I am more aware of my attractiveness and more accepting of who I am and what I look like. There is a freedom and a power in ageing as a woman. Eventually, people have to take you more seriously and have less chance to patronise - although some still try! So there is a power, potency and confidence in middle age that isn't there in youth. Yet, there must also be transition and loss. Our society so focuses its sense of beauty on youth and thinness; as women age (and men too, perhaps) it is tempting to give in to the increasingly popular option of fake youth. It's missing the point, though; there is a different and richer beauty with age.
A question though; it's also
me that saves the cat (and 'real' me - I intervened from my observer status) and
me who loves it and wants to keep it. So surely this isn't just about the
me that is fighting the approach of age and is feeling the murderous rage? It feels like it's a conflict, too.