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(Saturday, August 1, 2026)

It was such a beautiful day today I decided to drive down to Fountain City, Wisconsin, to explore Kinstone, the megalithic garden recommended by Peter. Because I have been planning for many months to visit St. Felix Cemetery in Wabasha, I stopped there first. I had to find it on my Google map, and was amazed to see it was on a road called Rustic Lane. The street sign said “Rustic Ln.” I live on Rustic Lodge. Such wonderful family synchronicity!

I found multiple Sheehan cemetery stones. Two of them were for Thomas Sheehan and Bridget Doyle Sheehan, my Irish-American great-grandparents. Thomas had helped construct the second St. Felix Catholic Church in 1893, after the church built in 1858 burned down. County-seat Wabasha is the oldest town in Minnesota, founded in 1826. A levee there, along the Mississippi River, was known as Cratte’s Landing, named after my local fur-trader ancestor Etienne Oliver Cratte. The town was later named after my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Chief Wapasha (Red Leaf). Another nearby stomping place, now entitled Reads Landing, in the past was called Rocque’s Landing. Augustin Rocque was Wapasha’s nephew.

While researching all of this, I also discovered that Father Louis Hennepin had journeyed by canoe up the Mississippi River as early as 1683, through the Wabasha area. According to St. Felix Catholic Church, the Holy Sacrifice of Mass was probably offered then.

(Saturday, August 1, 2026) waning gibbous moon Pisces

I am painting my large house. The kitchen has two galleys, both open to the large living room and the front door, and to an entryway at an unfinished area, which I plan to update.

It is a tremendous project but I seem to have the long-term energy for it. People come and go and observe what I am doing. As I paint doors I consider colors for the next space. Some of the doors are old and and have stain that is darkening over time. I like that and plan to leave them be.

In the kitchen I frequently open a cabinet and scoop powder into a tiny plastic tool like I use in waking life for one of Snowball’s dietary supplements. I do this dozens and dozens of times. The powder is related to the painting, but how?

I also go outside often, walking along a grassy hill on a connected park. People walk up and down. I am doing work on the hill, which will allow me to become very wealthy and able to purchase an ancient, historic castle on hundreds of acres.

Day notes:

We got an estimate from Castle Building and Remodeling for the basement project. Expensive, as expected.

(Friday, July 31, 2026) waning gibbous moon Pisces

A middle of the night dream where most details have dissolved: I have just moved to Portland, to a small house or apartment that is very pleasant. I am prepping and preparing my new home, but not unpacking anything. That is already done. Maybe I have been there for a few weeks.

A message appears in my mind, not a phone call or an email, that Cullan is on his way to Portland. Moving. He has no idea that I am now living in this city (that I have never visited but he has multiple times), so I call him to let him know. I am overjoyed that he is nearly here, that we will live in the same town and I will not be completely alone.

Day notes:

I woke up and knew I had many dreams last night but could not remember them, until I was checking my weather app on my phone. I have Portland saved, along with ten other cities, so that made this dream pop up. Synchronicity: because the Nicollet Avenue bridge is closed until next year, I often have to detour on Portland Avenue.

Maybe this is about Cullan being able to buy his own house in the future.

I am reading a book written by a woman from Ashland, Oregon, “Song of Belonging” by Michelle St. Romain. In chapter one, she describes a new house she has just moved into.

I am reminded of the word portal, Wyn’s favorite word. Dreaming and “the veil.”