(Tuesday, June 24, 2025) new moon Gemini / tarot Sun / oracle Deep Listening
I dream I am working on a very tall, vertical ladder made of sweetgrass, woven on a black iron frame. The steps look like braided baskets. Many people have joined this interior space with me. I finish by coloring each side of the ladder a slightly different hue, perhaps light grey and white. The pigments are not paint, but dye.
I am ready to climb. I make a small joke about being Canadian, like Garrison Keeler kidded us years ago, saying people from Minnesota are Canadians. The ladder’s straw is petite, but I can still step up safely without bending or twisting the sweetgrass.
Daynotes:
I am reminded of Georgia O’Keefe’s painting “Ladder to the Moon.”
I went grocery shopping at Lakewinds today (senior day) and saw the book “Braiding Sweetgrass.”
This morning my father told my brother he will be passing soon. The word “dye” reminds me of “die.”
I had a conversation with Cullan on Sunday. He is reading a book about caregiving for loved ones with dementia. He wants to make sure we travel to Ireland next year, and other trips. I told him how friendly the Canadians were when I visited Vancouver with Bonnie and Jeanne.
My writing from our July 28 Dream Circle: This is my ladder to heaven, I think, because of the spiritual strength of the sweetgrass. Maybe my Canada joke is also about the iron in the ladder. I think of the iron mines in northern Minnesota. The underground. I am ready to climb, as Bonnie is ready for her writings on the wall. I don’t know how many steps it will take me to reach the sky, the stars, my open mind. There are infinite souls surrounding my ladder, my journey. That feels sweet, like the holy grass.