Working In The Warmth And Comfort Of Our Log Cabin

(Thursday, December 29, 2016) new moon Capricorn / tarot two of swords

A night and early morning full of dreaming. The first dream I remember takes place in a large log cabin, very much like the one our family owned on Wahkon Bay of Mille Lacs, built in the early 1900s by three women. But my dream cabin seems to be located on our family lot in Fridley, overlooking the prairie field and giant cottonwood trees that once stood there. It’s dark, midnight, not the normal grey twilight I dream in. The interior of the cabin is dark, too, as old log cabins are. Dark but cozy. Lit by a warm fire.

It’s my house and Chris’ house. I am working from home, but taking a break in the main room of the cabin. Suddenly I hear geese honking. A huge gaggle of domestic geese are running together across the side lawn. I note the oddness of geese moving through the night, running not flying. Their wings must be clipped. Then I hear the loud, unified howl of a coyote pack, hunting the geese, and I understand what is happening. I am excited by the chase, and I alert Chris to the event.

When things quiet down outside, I walk into a wing of the cabin I use as my home office. Chris enters the room for just a moment and we have a flashing sexual encounter that is purely energetic, with no actual physical contact. Flame of desire. He leaves the room and I go back to my work.

As I rustle through some paperwork, I discover that I am missing a paycheck. A group of us had traveled to our office in the Netherlands and upon our return, as we exited the plane back at MSP, we were handed gold-colored paper checks. I didn’t take mine, I guess I was distracted, and now I head to corporate headquarters to see the head of HR to help sort it out. I meet Diane in a busy, well-lit hallway outside of her office, next to a wooden staircase. She is her usual kind and loving self. Ready to assist.

Day notes:

I wonder if I heard geese or coyotes last night when I was sleeping. I must have.

Chris is back to work, painting in his studio today, and I have been working in my clay studio. Working as a graphic designer is like having my wings clipped!

Coyotes are called “song dogs.” They yip, bark and howl. They create an auditory illusion called “beau geste” wherein two coyotes can sound like a pack of seven or eight. They are also called prairie wolves.

Trees, logs, wood and paper. Fireplace and flame of desire.