(Monday, March 2, 2026)
After spending months preparing to write my little faerie book, I began the actual story today. It feels great to begin. And an email from Tzivia showed up: on March 20–22 she teaches an online writing retreat. I’ll see if it is affordable for me.
(Monday, March 2, 2026) full moon Virgo
I looked up the last name of my great-grandmother Bridget Doyle. Doyle: descendant of Dubhghall, “dark foreigner” or “dark stranger.” The term Dubhghoill referred to Danish Vikings. Fionnghoill (“fair foreigners”) was used to describe light-haired Norwegians. The surname Dubhghall is associated with Viking settlers who integrated into Irish society. Certainly most of my Irish ancestors had jet-black hair, including my mother. Interesting to have this last name when Bridget was born in a territory with many Scandinavian settlers (Minnesota).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doyle
This lovely story also made me think of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of “Sherlock.” Sherlock seemed to show up in one of my recent dreams.
A distant cousin with the last name of Doyle contacted me via Ancestry.com a few years ago.
I am with Deb and Margie. We are riding on a garbage truck. We get off, but need to get back on. (we get on and off the back of the truck). We then get on a large, fancy garbage truck that is like a ferry. We look around. We have our suitcases with us. We go into one room and see a display of pictures of sea animals from San Diego on the wall. Margi has these stones and we try to read her Tarot, but we can’t. There isn’t a book and the stones are not cards!
We are on our way to Siren, Wisconsin. I give Margi and Deb these little, rubber bands for their hair. A couple of girls give us some wrapped presents. We go to dinner. There are a lot of people. I see Ted Middleton. He is young (early 20’s) and I am also. We are nude. We sit in the hallway to the dining room. The other people are not comfortable about us being nude. We are not. Ted and I go into a bedroom. We talk and then sleep. In the morning We touch a bit. I ask him questions about what he does now. I can visualize what he tells me. It is very sweet.
Ted Middleton dreams are a series. I am not sure what they represent. I had a very strong crush on Ted when I was 19 and really until I was 40. It was not reciprocal. Later, when I got together with him, I realized that he would not be a good match for me and that he made everyone feel special. I didn’t really know him.
