Dancing with the Moonlit Knight
The moonlit knight saved my life.
TBy: Pamela Latour, Ph.D.
There I was, in the the
arms of a medieval knight,
spinning and twirling
twirling in the moonlight. He was
in full metal gear of course c
and although faceless
through his impenetrable impenetr
visor, I knew he wanted
d to b be with i h
me more than life itself. The rapture
of the cool air against my skin, the music
echoing every note through my body and the
moon shining on me as we danced, all meant
to me that I was loved. I was loved by him, I
was loved by the moon and the air. I felt that my
body even loved me. I was loved by life. Gratitude
and joy enveloped me as I surrendered
This is not the beginning of a romance novel,
although it’s not a bad start of one. It was
me, dancing in my underwear, with music playing
on the stereo, completely enraptured in my
imagination. The moonlit knight saved my life.
I didn’t realize it at the time but feeling loved,
(even imaginary love), released me from pain
and healed even the most wounded parts of
me. Like many of us, I have had a tough childhood.
We all have primal childhood wounds. Some are more
intense than others, but everyone has them. Our wounds are
one way we develop our identity, who we want to be and
who we don’t want to be.
When we are unable to heal ourselves from these primal
wounds we are unable to feel when others appreciate and
care for us. From time to time we have glimpses of this beautiful
emotion, from a lover, from a child, but joy in our everyday
lives isn’t there because we feel as though we don’t
In extreme cases of this inability to feel love, people
commit suicide. They truly believe that life would be
better off without them. Even if those around them
are deeply devoted and caring, they don’t feel it. The
less severe aspect of these wounds, but still profound,
show up in those of us that can’t ask for
help, those of us that can give love but have a
women, that’s so many of us.
It’s never too late to heal ourselves. Dancing
with the moonlit knight is one way. In my twenties this
was the beginning of my spiritual journey, but there
are other ways to feel loved. Remembering how
your child or a lover looked at you, writing a list
of what you love about yourself, or focusing on
what you are grateful for, are all paths to happiness.
Since Mother’s Day is upon us a great way
to let joy into our lives is by letting ourselves feel the caring
and appreciation that we normally discount. That also means
asking for help when we need it. If all else fails, dance around
the house in your underwear, with the music on, when no
one is home.
You can also close your eyes and
let your body sway in the chair. In
your mind’s eye, see your family,
your friends and lovers all around
you. Have them, in your imagination,
feeling gratitude and love for
your existence. Just relax and let the
joy soak in. Then, there is always
the moonlit knight, holding you in
his arms as he dances and twirls
you into happiness.
For this Mother’s Day, let’s allow
ourselves to be who we are,
wives, mothers, friends and lovers
who deserve to be loved.
If you have any questions or you
want to talk about any aspect of life and
love you can write me at pamlatour55@
gmail.com. You can also read other articles
on my blog thepowertochangereality.
com. I am a hypnotherapist with
a Ph.D. in Paranormal Psychology and
am available for private sessions.
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