Welcome to the concluding part of my Animus Diet, almost nine hundred nights later. Why nights and not days I hear you ask? Well for the simple reason that dreams have figured so largely on my journey. Why? Because I believe every dream that comes to us, comes in the service of health and wholeness. Be assured my inner man diet will not be ending, that’ll be lifelong I’m sure, nor will I stop adding reflections to my Animus notebook. No, this is more about being a writer and longing to get started on a new project. So I feel the need to draw a line under this one, even though I may follow up with further animus adventures in years to come!
Far away from the bright lights
the poet meets with the Chariot.
Holding no reins, only her pen,
she rides the muse of creativity,
harmonising darkness and light.
Complete with victorious laurel,
she has learnt to armour herself
and run down her wild enemies.