Author: Denise

(Thursday, April 6, 2017) moon waxing gibbous Leo / tarot seven of pentacles

Last night our yard was covered with wood ducks. Seven pairs. This morning as I walked down the front stone steps my ears were filled with the songs of birds. It made me so happy I wondered if my truest spirit animals are birds. Not mammals.

On my river walk at lunchtime today the brush was dancing with joyful, warbling sparrows. I did not seem to make them fearful when I passed closely by. Even the robins scurried along the path just a few feet in front of me. Feathered friends.

I crossed old highway 13 and walked into the small woods next to Oheyawahi. A hawk screeched with a loud rasp. I looked up at a red-tail circling directly over my head. Round and round. He was hunting. For what?

In a hundred feet or so I spied a flock of wild turkeys ambling through Acacia Cemetary. Ah ha! Do hawks eat such giant fowl?

I walked another couple hundred feet, to the Mendota Bridge, then turned back. As I re-entered the woods another large hawk, this one a white and grey yearling, flew less than thirty feet above me. I looked up. We made eye contact. I am sure of this because she floated low over my upturned face for several slow circumlocutions. I spun on my feet, gazing up at her beautiful outstretched wings.

Two bikers were nearing me on the trail so I started walking again. I contemplated Bonnie’s “dowsing” photography technique. Nature provides every message we need. I thought of my morning musing about spirit birds, and of the ducks, owls and pileated woodpeckers that make their homes in our yard. At the exact moment the pileated entered my conscious mind, an actual creature began hammering loudly on a tree along the river bank!

Day notes:

There is a shadow side to this hawk “dream.” Very close to the end of my walk a grey military cargo plane flew overhead. At as low an altitude as I have experienced. That night Trump bombed Syria.

(Sunday, April 2, 2017) moon first quarter Gemini / tarot Strength

My next ceramic piece will be a mobile based on my dream of the three-dimensional, spinning Star of David, the merkaba. I shared this dream at our retreat last fall. The sculpture will have three elements: merkaba,  heart-at-the-door, and a kite or kite tails.

Interestingly, I picked up Dr. Thomas Cowan’s book from the library called “Human Heart, Cosmic Heart.” I heard him present on a webinar and wanted to learn more about his approach to cardiology. He is an advocate of Rudolf Steiner (like Thom Hartmann) and also Weston A. Price. Surprising influences on a modern physician.

Steiner said the three most important things for the further evolution of humanity are: 1. that people stop working for money, 2. that people realize there is no difference between sensory and motor nerves, 3. that the heart is not a pump.

Cowan has spent nearly 40 years trying to decipher what Steiner meant about the heart. During his research he discovered an artist named Frank Chester who has created three dimensional objects based on Steiner and a bioengineer named Dr. Gerald Pollack. The sculptures end up using four equilateral triangles and three kite-shaped quadrilaterals, tilted at a 36 degree angle within a box. Steiner described the heart as a seven-sided form that sits in an imaginary box in the chest. The actual shape that Chester ended up with was based on Pollack’s research into vortexes and the electrical flow of “structured water” and “bulk water.” The heart tilts at 36 degrees within the chest cavity.

Fascinating stuff. I dreamt of this living shape last night, resting at an angle within a small box. My sculpture will include a heart framed by a door (similar to Steiner’s box concept) and a kite. The merkaba is the union of male and female tetrahedrons. In chakra language that would mean the heart, the centerpoint of the lower and upper chakras.

This little summary looks at sacred geometry but deep into the book Dr. Cowan focuses on the imperfections of science and medicine. He examines with great poetry the spiritual components of illness and of healing.

(Friday, March 31, 2017) moon waxing crescent Gemini / tarot five of swords

I am standing inside a small, windowless room in a large, multistory house. The floors and walls are wood. My mother comes to tell me that my brother died a few months ago, and that Chris died in the night. I am shocked, upset that she did not tell me about my brother until now. But I have to let go of that pain and concentrate on the recent death. Chris’ death.

Because I was not there at the time of his passing, unable to say good bye, I dissolve my ego consciousness and enter into the dimension between life and death. Chris is there too. His unexpected death has left him completely disoriented. He does not recognize me, or the transitional state he has entered. I try to comfort him, to talk to him about where he is and what has happened, without success. I embrace him lovingly, then move on.

I meet up with a group of fellow dreamers on a sandy riverbed. I start to tell my story, unraveling my long, braided red and gold locks as I speak. I have Rapunzel hair: each strand is many yards long. As I watch it flow like silk on the river current, I realize that we dreamers are beneath the surface of the stream, breathing water effortlessly into our lungs. Merfolk.

Day notes:

This is my fourth dream of red hair in a week (I did not record one of the dreams. My red-headed brother-in-law was in it. The others I have recorded here on the blog.)

Dreamers enjoying the sea of the unconscious. Their native habitat. La Mer.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb your golden stair. The title of an article by Kathleen Parker yesterday in The Washington Post about Melania Trump.

Saturday, April 1: I got an email from my mother this morning. Both my brother and his girlfriend lost their jobs a couple months ago. Their little girl Tristann turns one year this month. This is very sad news. I wonder if I should pay my brother to replace our siding. That was what he did for a living for over ten years. I will keep ruminating on this idea that could help both of us.