(Saturday, April 11, 2015) Third quarter moon Capricorn / tarot: Star
My husband and I own a fine two-story house in the city. The lots are narrow and deep. We are hosting a social gathering and people have started to arrive. One female friend brings a hostess gift, an art item I used to collect. She is surprised (and a little judgmental) that I no longer do so. I turn the pale blue object over in my hands, then look into my dining room, suddenly noticing that the floral wallpaper is outdated. In fact, the entire house needs redecorating.
I walk to the front of the house, towards the stairs, to let more guests in the front foyer, thinking about the fact that my husband is a successful, wealthy attorney and that we have all the resources we need to refurbish the house. That sense of freedom makes me happy. He is standing at the top of the staircase, above the foyer, and we give each other a warm embrace as I pass him on my way to the staircase. He is wearing a well-tailored suit and I am clothed in a beautiful satin dress.
I notice several business cards scattered on top of a round wooden table near the stairs. One of them has the name of a Nazi official embossed on the white linen paper. So I realize that there are secrets to my husband’s success.
I walk down the stairs, all the way outside to the front yard. Some time ago I had draped two white, gauzy curtain panels in the trees, one on each side of the walkway. They have begun to tatter in the wind, so I take them down. I notice that my neighbor’s small front garden is tidier, more composed than my own. I consider what I need to do to make my garden bed healthier and more vibrant.
Day notes:
A superficial woman? Does the dated decor and clothing indicate a past life dream? They are a loving couple, perhaps living in a dangerous and secretive time. Doing what is required to survive? Or ignoring evil? Perhaps they are Jewish.
The white veils at the front of the house remind me of the High Priestess card in the tarot. Or a chuppah from a Jewish wedding. When I hold my husband he feels lithe and tall. As do I. When I awake, I wonder if we are the “Yoga Couple.”