(Monday, September 22, new moon Libra )
My Jungian therapist and I discussed dreams again today. It made me realize that the tall man in my recent rapist dream is my dream guide (who is usually eight feet tall). Then I remembered, towards the end of our meeting, my recurring childhood dreams of Superman. I think my guide has been with me since birth. He is a Superman, just like Merlin. I am considering calling my guide Merlin. Or Longfellow. Or Merlin Longfellow. Best to ask him what his name is, but he may not reply or I may not remember. Maybe he is telling me now in my waking life.
I often call myself Raven (from my middle name Lenore and Edgar Allan Poe’s poem).
Wednesday, September 24: I rode my e-bike to Minnehaha Falls today, past Lake Nokomis and Lake Hiawatha. I stopped at the historic, yellow Longfellow House. The sign at the front explained that it was built in the same style as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s Massachusetts home, but at two-thirds the size. The Minnesota house was inspired by Longfellow’s Hiawatha poem and our Lake Hiawatha.