(Saturday, October 7, 2023) moon Cancer / tarot Hermit
This dream begins with a flash, a quick evening scene where I stand outside, part of a large community. I’m near a widdershins, an unholy churchyard corner I read about in a fairy tale.
In the next scene, my maternal grandmother Lenora Sheehan’s ancestral home stands in a busy neighborhood. Lenora passed away a long time ago. The house is full of family, upstairs and downstairs: cousins, second cousins, third cousins.
I walk up the stairs with my granddaughter and see how chaotic it is at the second story. The very large room with a peaked rafter ceiling is overflowing with furniture, knick-knacks and old clothing. I am distressed by the mess, so I ask the upper level spirits, ancestors, to help tidy it up. I’m not sure if they hear me. Most of my family is uncomfortable with spirits.
I head-on down the steps with my granddaughter in hand. The lower level needs work, too, and I tell my relatives that “the ghosts” are going to spruce the second floor. No one believes me, but I walk back up to observe.
The entire space has been instantly transformed. The wooden floor is empty except for rows of rugs that travel from one wall to the other. Immaculate single beds are on top of each rug. The high timber peak feels like a cathedral. I am grateful, relieved and amazed. This is ready for family dreamtime.
I stroll downstairs and find that the kitchen has also been remodeled, in a neutral historical style. My work is done. No need for me to clean and reconstruct.
I decide to tour outside, along the neighborhood houses. The homes are edged by berms made from colorful round stones, like the banks of Minnehaha Creek. Surprisingly, I don’t have my normal strength for daily strides, and I bend slightly to hold onto the rocks, which helps keep me balanced.
A couple my age opens their front door. They don’t notice me but give a lively wave to small children who are on the sidewalk to my left, next to the stone border.
Daynotes:
I woke up at 3 am on Sunday, trying to remember the word “widdershins” and I finally got it. I discovered a book called “Widdershins: Lenora’s Tale” by Ian and Anne Brown. I ordered it from Amazon.
Half of my neighbors have lived on the street for 50 years or more. I’ll always feel like the newbie.
“If this were my dream” from our Dreamsters meeting Monday evening, October 9:
In my dream, I love holding Oona’s little hand and traveling up and down the stairs together. We have family members from many generations waiting to visit us in our dreams. And not only ancestors, but spirits/entities from other dimensions, other planets, other universes. We are all connected, although usually unaware. Even stones, trees and felines have messages and loving attention for us. My prayer to the guides is for the health of Mother Earth, so that our grandchildren can survive and thrive: dreaming big.