(Saturday, October 25, 2014) Waxing crescent moon in Scorpio / eight of wands
I dream of a house that Chris, Cullan and I used to live in (not in this lifetime). We were very happy there. I have dreamt of this exact house before. It’s about the size and shape of our Wayzata house, but it is located near a fork in a river. The village landscape looks like Champlin, Minnesota, near where the Crow and Rum Rivers enter the Mississippi. Rolling green hills. There is a much earlier house that I also remember in this dream, and in previous dreams. It is a small square cottage situated outside of the village, in the countryside. Another happy home.
In my dream I am flying over the “Champlin” house. I can get very close and inspect the details of the property and the structure, but I soon become aware of a physical barrier which prevents me from traveling to the house in the physical world.
I wake up. As I lie in bed examining the details of this dream and the older dreams, I fall back into a light sleep. I have a vibrant vision of a woman with great white antlers. Patricia Garfield’s Branching Woman. She is pale-skinned, regal and beautiful. She imparts a secret, a message I don’t bring into waking life. I think it is about flying and the astral body. She smiles, turns away from me and melds into the small sculpture I have been working on that I call Volare (“to fly” in Italian). So I realize when I wake up that the tendril-shaped hair I often include in my clay sculptures represents growing branches, not Medusa snakes as one art teacher I had at Santa Fe Clay declared. And I also understand how vital it is to use dreams in my artwork. Dreams as subject unite the two dimensions.
Day notes:
There are many places in New England and Canada named after the French explorer Champlain, the founder of Quebec and “New France.” The area around Champlin and Dayton, Minnesota, was an early French settlement. Cullan and I used to live a mile north of Dayton.
Eight of wands: inflammation. I have to make an emergency appointment this morning at Minnetonka Animal Hospital. Lola has one of her infections again, but we caught it early. Hopefully she wasn’t in too much pain.
Fork = branch
Lovely dream. And I love your art pieces. I have always loved the hair on you pieces.