An Afro-American artist creates ten paintings. He is then not allowed to create any more by the Mayor of the city. Then he can convert one of his colored pictures to black and white. Then, he can convert the other nine to black and white. Lastly, he can create more colored paintings, but they have to be a smaller size. (I am not sure what the paintings look like). The artist is very patient.
4/14/23 Playing with a Green Snake
I am playing with a medium-sized, green snake. It is in a basket with part of its body and head is up, out of the basket. It keeps trying to strike/bite me, but it is a game. A guy in his twenties come. I tell him not to get too close. He has never done played like this before.
A “If this were my dream” from Elaine:
Healing, Playful Transformation
If this were my dream, I am engaged in a playful game with a medium sized green snake. For me, green is a color of healing and this snake is a symbol of my own healing, especially after my knee surgery. I like playing with this snake and realize that my healing is beginning; I have shed the pain, for the most part from my surgery. There is still a give and take as I move forward. The healing is occurring and yet I am still in the game of the healing process. A new beginning, like spring, is a promise of new life, a transformation for me. I feel this in my heart chakra. The young man in his twenties could represent the active part of myself when I was in my 20’s and could move freely. However, that part of me has changed and needs to be careful, not to be too active and respect my healing process.
4/19/23 Riding the Wild Horse
My family owns two horses. One horse is tame and the other is wild. The tame horse is ready to ride and I assume I will ride her. However, now I am to ride the wild horse. I am shown a cart that I will use with the wild horse. I am to play a game like golf? She will be harnessed to the cart. I talk to one of my sisters to see if she’ll ride the tame horse and come with me. The last scene is me bringing a long, flowing, silky, blue gown that has a train, upstairs and hang it on the door of Molly and Sheila’s (sisters) bedroom door. The wild horse will be wearing the gown. Molly and Sheila are both sleeping.
Feeling: both excited and nervous
Poem after doing Victoria’s workshop:
I am an old, wooden cart, full of opposites.
I am both wild and tame.
I am meditative, yet can connect with others.
Sometimes I am private
Other times I like to be the center of attention
I am on the door step of change
And I will be awaking soon
to share my humor, heart, anger,
intelligence and outspokenness
From Denise, “If this were my dream”:
My family of origin behaves both wild and tame. Even though I am private, often the secret one not communicated to directly, I have the power of the wild. I can tame and inspire the mustang-mare. Freedom is important, but I am the caring seamstress, the affectionate knitter of family comfort. I don’t yet fully understand my fit, but I will be shown in the world with other people, and adorned for my full awakening. I am happy to bring this natural celebration up, up, up the stairs. It is that time of life. My confidence is smooth and flows like water.