(Good Friday, March 25, 2016) moon: waning Scorpio / tarot: six of wands
I live in a row-house that faces a large cobblestone square. The square is surrounded on all four sides by nearly identical old row-houses. It feels like Europe.
The light inside and outside of my home is distinctively dim: twilight, with no artificial luminosity. I am reminded of a dream I had of my sister-in-law Kathy where my soul seems to be the only source of illumination (sole/soul source). Or perhaps the light is coming from my eyes. All is clear and colorful at the focal point of my vision, but surrounded by grey or fog or possibly lack of physical structure.
Even so, there is energetic activity in the square. Hundreds of people have gathered to take trips on mystery tour buses. Dozens of buses are parked haphazardly along the edge of the square, and the tourists are enjoying roaming from bus to bus, interviewing the drivers and other passengers, making decisions about which tour they wish to join. The tours are guided by physicists, artists, writers and other people of elevated talent and great insight.
I am wandering about the square. I have narrowed my choice to two very famous tour guides. One guide is a brilliant man I have known for awhile. Mathematician? Barrister? Not an artist. He is extremely tall, slender, dark and handsome. We are falling in love. We stroll together back to my row-house.
Once inside, he puts his right hand around my waist and pulls me close to him. I feel deep comfort and peace in his arms. I turn to face him and we share a gentle kiss. As we begin to kiss more passionately, I notice that Chris is standing in the room, at my right, watching us.
I pull away, distraught. I fear that Chris will attack. But he responds in a calm and generous way. He is leaving me, and he is grateful that I will not be alone, that I have a loving and respectful new partner. Even in the dream, this feels like an omen.
It is time for my partner to leave as well, to start leading his tour. I decide to not be a distraction to my new lover and to not be distracted by love. I decide to take the alternate tour, which is guided by a gentleman even more evolved than Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome. I twist my way through the celebratory crowd and climb onto my chosen bus.
My only memory of the tour is of a house full of beautiful cloisonné artwork and furniture. Two rather stern women docents present the highly unusual collection. Normally in cloisonné the colored enamel is bordered by tightly controlled golden wires. But in these pieces the enamel and glass spill out of the metal frames in a free and painterly fashion. Like works by Monet.
Day notes:
I had this dream in the early morning, then fell back to sleep. So the intensity has softened. The strongest images were the light itself, Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, Chris’ supportive presence, and the Impressionist cloisonné.
British mystery tours are short bus trips where the destinations are unknown to the passengers.
What a beautiful dream. Are you going to share this on Tuesday?