Author: Denise

(Saturday, December 3, 2016)

Two days before I had to leave for Phoenix, and three days after my aunt’s funeral, Lola got sick. As I was walking out to the garage with her carrier in hand, on the way to Minnetonka Animal Hospital, I saw an eagle circling low above the pond. I’ve named it Circle Pond because it is across the street from Circle Park.

I looked more carefully into the blue sky and saw five eagles floating on an updraft. I was so amazed to see that many raptors that I forgot to notice if they were spinning clockwise or counter-clockwise. I am thinking it was counter-clockwise because my memory is of seeing the first eagle heading toward me. But I can’t be sure.

I have been wondering ever since what this vision is about. Bonnie would say they were showing themselves to me. The spiritual geometry is a pentagram, a five-pointed star inside of a circle. Air and water.

When I returned from Phoenix a week later, I spent another Saturday at the vet with Lo. It felt like a circle of ill-health, a kitty deja-vu. She seems healthy now.

The saddest news is that Cullan and Alea split up on Thursday night and now Cullan is back at the house with us. I received a very kind good-bye email from Alea that made me cry. I still have tears in my eyes.

 

(Sunday, November 27, 2016) moon: waning crescent Scorpio / tarot: six of wands (healing touch)

Yesterday I drew the World Dancer in the tarot and finished Edie’s clay legs and feet later in the day. World can indicate completion of a stage of life or project.

This morning I dream that I am in bed, leaning over my own body to form my lower legs from red clay. In the dream I am creating my left calf.

I wake up feeling so, so pleased and content. Is there a better omen/dream for an artist to experience? I think not!

 

 

(Black Friday, 2016)

Claudia shared a dream on Monday of flying in the spirit plane. The vessel was a cargo plane with a clear bottom. Military cargo planes often fly overhead when I walk at Big Rivers park, and they are always a soft medium grey. There was also an underwater spaceship in Claudia’s dream that she said was a soft medium grey. Soft. Medium. Grey. Grey is a medium? Unformed. Un-manifest.

My aunt Mary Murphy passed away on Wednesday evening. Chris said he awoke abruptly in the night. Steel-grey light was shining in the bedroom window. He knew immediately that Mary had transitioned, and he prayed to his mother Kay to help Mary navigate.

Western culture tends to equate grey with depression and mental fog. But when my dreams take place in a field of grey light (I call it twilight), it seems to indicate transition: sometimes between life and death, sometimes between dimensions. My Jacob Wetterling dream transpired in twilight.

I did not dream of Mary’s death. But on Tuesday I drove to the nearest mailbox to drop off a card for her. The postman was retrieving the mail and putting it into his little white truck. I handed him the envelope and thought, “Just in the nick of time!” Which it was, because the card arrived on Wednesday morning, hours before she departed the physical plane.

I chose a meditation for Claudia’s dream called “Morning Flight.” Mourning Flight.