(Saturday, June 3, 2023) full moon Scorpio / tarot Moon
Last night I looked out my bedroom window at the large, golden full moon. It rose up and hid behind an oak tree. I listened to a podcast from Rupert Sheldrake about terminal lucidity (end of life). Then I fell asleep. Dream:
I am sitting at a table with my old creative director Louis at a busy coffee house. He shows me an ad he is working on. He has a temp contract with our former employer, hired by the writer Nan.
The ad looks messy to me, especially the font and the tiny, unreadable text, which is no surprise. Louis is not as good a designer or typographer as I am. He is happy, but I am angry that they have rehired him instead of me. I am the better choice for design.
I decide to create a beautiful card to send to Nan, to push my skillset (she was new when I was laid-off, so we don’t know each other well). I travel all the way to Chicago, to Highland Park, to work on the art project at my friend Anne’s historic mansion next to Lake Michigan (Anne has a doctorate and is working on a fall art exhibit).
I putz in an old-fashioned, handmade way on the words of the card. No computer, yet some kind of virtual calligraphy. It’s time-consuming, but pleasing.
My dream observer sees Anne driving towards the house. Anne is shocked that I am there. She didn’t know I was coming. How did I get in the door? Because of her distraction, she swerves and almost hits a giant box. The box looks like a colorful, strong sculpture. She slams on the brakes of her SUV.
Then Anne enters her house. I don’t have any guilt for being there. I show her my art project. I’ve also brought a gift for her daughter, a yellow Wall Street Journal from the late 1800s. I call her Margaret, but her name is Madeleine. Anne is happy to see me, although both she and my dream observer are surprised by the way I show up at her house. Unannounced.
Day notes:
For months I have been discussing visiting Anne, but have made no plan as of yet. She just remodeled her beautiful guest room. I sent her an email with a photo of one of my clay projects, and she gave me good feedback.
Tuesday, June 6: I receive an email today from Anne that includes a photo of the birthday card I sent her in May.
I expect I will see Louis and other former coworkers soon at Rick’s funeral (June 22).
I have to design an invitation card for my father’s 90th birthday party. My brother’s partner Paige initially planned to make the card at Walmart, but I reminded her I am a designer and would like to be in charge.
I am designing a new clay project that will include a small book with handmade words. A woman near Lake Nokomis will fire my pieces.