Synchronicity: Edie

(Monday, march 16, 2026) waning crescent moon Aquarius

I am working on the second draft of my story today. It is going well, but I just did some web research to see if the name Edie shows up in any fairy tales. The name Edie appears in my dreams, so I did not make it up. But I just found an English children’s book from 2009 about green fairies and a character called Edie (the garden fairy). Maybe I need to change her name in my story. Not sure.

Synchronicity: Intelligence

(Sunday, March 15, 2026)

On Friday my friend Nicki (who received her law degree from William Mitchell) created a synchronicity related to “Fragment: Observing A Young Woman’s Hard Work.” In that dream, a young woman is pulling up multiple brain images, maybe MRIs or PET scans. She points out one in particular and says, “This brain shape is about high intelligence.” I confirm, “That is exactly the shape of my brain.” 

Nicki talked about the high scores I got in the old PSAT/NMSQT test. “Genius. You would have been accepted at Harvard,” she said. Even though I haven’t felt that way for a long time, it was sweet to hear her say that.

Synchronicity: Faerie Queene

(Sunday, March 15, 2026) waning crescent moon Aquarius / Iona blizzard

A Faerie Queen has appeared in at least two of my past dreams, and I have added her to the faerie tale I am writing. Working on draft two, I need to expand her character. A very old poem called “The Faerie Queene” was published in 1590. King Arthur is in the poem, as well as Lady Una (a spelling variation of my granddaughter Oona’s name).

There is also an Irish folktale about Oonagh (or Una), the faerie queen, wife of the faerie king of western Ireland, Finvarra (or Fionbharr). Numerous characters, goddesses or folkloric spirits worldwide have been described as Faerie Queens.

On Friday the 13th, I hung out with my old friend Nicole, whose middle name is Erin (Ireland) and whose birthday is St. Patrick’s Day. We met in seventh grade, in our journalism class. I told her I am writing a story, planning to create my first book. She was overjoyed. “I always thought you would be a writer,” she exclaimed. “Your words are beautiful.”

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