Author: Denise

(Tuesday, July 26, 2022)

I dream of three siblings who are dwarfs and look like characters from Lord of the Rings, but are a little taller. Nearly normal in height. Two are brothers and one is a sister. They are broad and strong. One looks very much like the carpenter Lenny who managed our summer porch repair project. The three wear brown clothing and shoes. Their hair is brown and so are their eyes. Earthy magicians.

I have a close relationship with the dwarf who looks like the carpenter, but he starts to walk away and I see how fractured and damaged are his legs and vertebrae. His steps are awkward and off-balance, as if this is Chris’ scoliosis, broken hip and broken thigh.

The second brother is starting to come together with me as his disabled brother moves on. The sister is supportive, but she remains in the background.

Day notes:

“Lenny” could be a nickname for my middle name Lenore. Leonard means lion-hearted.

(Saturday, June 11, 2022) waxing gibbous Scorpio / tarot Hermit

I had a long dream with a powerful ending. I’ve forgotten most of the dream except the final scene with Wyn.

Wyn has come to visit Gram at her large, old house. My mansion. Right before he arrives I examine my long, thin slipper. The sole is raw clay that looks like a dramatically decorated birthday cake with a message in the frosting. The clay must have been applied to the bottom of the slipper with an angled icing spatula. There is a cursive sentence in the middle of the sole, surrounded by flowers.

This slipper is not a real one. I cannot wear it because it is very narrow. It is my reading device. The elaborate clay decorations answer my questions. I show the slipper to Wyn, and smooth out the clay. I tell him we will ask a question and carve it into the clay, but I realize the question is too long. There won’t be room on the sole for an answer. I wipe the clay again, with my hand, then write a brief question using one of my sharp pottery tools. The question might be, “who are you?” or “where are you?”

Wyn and I leave the slipper alone for a few minutes and when we look at it again, there is a short carved message: “in the sky.” I absolutely love those words and feel deeply blessed. I explain to Wyn that the messaging is coming from Spirit. Now I truly trust my intuition. I will for the rest of my life.

Day notes:

Cinderella’s slippers are glass. The clay firing process is clay – to glass – to stone, from what I understand. In the story, she loses one slipper.

(Friday, June 10, 2022) waxing gibbous Libra / six of swords tarot

I’m with a camaraderie of people, many younger than I, many the same age. I tell a younger woman about an upcoming Women’s March, not far away. She seems uninterested, but when I walk along a street and arrive in a large presentation room, I am surprised that she is there as a contributor, and that this is not an outdoor protest. Even onstage, she remains emotionally unconnected. I lose interest, and move to a small room to the right of the conference.

The adjacent room has coffee and treats, a mini-kitchen. It is full of happy participants from the IASD. One of the high-level male members, who has lead aspects of the group for many years, has fallen in love with me. I find this impossible and don’t know how to respond. I am no one. But his emotions are deeply serious. My skepticism makes him very quiet and sad. Devastated. He doesn’t know how to convince me, at least at first. With my spiritual intuition, I try to understand who he is, and what is happening.