(Monday, October 7, 2024) waxing crescent Sagittarius / tarot queen of cups
I am working in the upper story of a castle, painting and decorating. I move towards an edge of the room that is angled by the eaves. I nearly scrape my head because the ceiling there is close, not as tall as in the middle of the room. It feels like my bedroom in Rustic Lodge, triangular. I am low-energy from all of the design chores I have been doing day-after-day.
I take a break. I need to rest. I walk down a floor and notice a group of workers in the center of the mansion. They are small and remind me of dwarves, but also of the Richfield Latino residents. Many in the Richfield Hispanic community do all kinds of good, hard work: mowing, painting, construction, roofing, etc. Some of them are only 5 feet tall.
It is a huge relief to me to find a talented bunch who can help me with my projects. We chat for a bit and I tell them they are welcome to live in the castle.
I head outdoors, where I can now see the exterior of my manor. It is made from large rocks, not carved stones or bricks. This tells me it is very old, from the Early Middle Ages (also called The Dark Ages). There is a narrow moat at the front, coupled with the ocean.
The sky is full of somber clouds and the sea is murky, nearly black. I find a motorboat and drive across a large bay that is connected to the wide-open ocean. After a few minutes the rising waves give me anxiety, hesitation. I turn around and see the giant sailing ship that belongs to the castle. It is moored in the moat, at the front of the palace, large enough to be a traveling home for many people. It appears to be as ancient as the stone manor house.
Before I reach the moat, I see a man and a woman on separate rafts, floating outward towards the sea. Smiling, they are paddling by hand, but sinking, sinking, sinking. Soon they have completely disappeared from my sight. Gone.
Day notes:
Snowball got me up at 3 a.m. today! I am very tired. My numerous painting projects please me but also exhaust me. Tomorrow I paint the fireplace. Bob is going to make shoe molding (baseboard trim) for me next month.
I went to the Walker Art Center with the kiddos on Saturday and Oona bumped her head on one of the outdoor sculptures. It made her cry for a few minutes. I bumped my head yesterday when I was cleaning the bathroom floor.
The drowning couple are obviously my parents.
Who are the dwarves, I wonder? I have help, it seems.
My “Early Middle Ages” absolutely were “Dark Ages” because Chris had so many dire health issues.
Beautiful paint job! I love that you find a motor boat when everything around you is from the middle ages. I guess the rafts would be more modern age as well. That was my thought-that your parents are on the rafts. I like the workers. Your dream reminds me of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Your helpers!