Author: Denise

(Sunday, November 23, 2014) Moon: new (2.6%) in Sagittarius / Tarot: seven of swords reversed

I have a very long, detailed dream about my coworkers. At the end of the dream, I walk out into the parking lot of a building where we have been meeting. It is winter. Two men stand next to their car. I walk past them. One says to the other, “She is off on her solo journey.” I step over a short snowbank into an enveloping blizzard. I am surrounded by snow, by white-out conditions. But I am not afraid. The snow is warm and moisturizing when it touches my skin, and the air is wonderfully refreshing in my lungs.

(Sunday, November 23, 2014) Moon: new (2.6%) in Sagittarius / Tarot: seven of swords reversed

I am the observer and the dreamer. I catch a brief glimpse of myself standing in front of a huge, beautiful spider web that is shaped like a chrysanthemum. The web is directly behind my head, like a halo.

Day notes:

The Hopi say Spider Woman created humans from clay. Some Pueblo tribes call her Thought Woman. I finished a large clay piece today that I started last spring; it turned out quite a bit better than I expected.

http://www.wic.org/artwork/spiderw.htm

 

(Thursday, November 20, 2014) Moon: waning crescent in Scorpio / Tarot: hanged man

Chris and I have just moved into the house of my beloved godmother Marguerite Wolf. We are standing in the small kitchen of the modest two-bedroom cape cod she owned in south Minneapolis before passing from cancer in 1965 (I was eight years old).

It is the present time. The dream is full of physical details that I can recall when I wake up in the middle of the night. (I fall back asleep and have another dream about the same house. In the second dream my cousin Thomas, Marguerite’s son, is the new owner of the house. Chris and I rent from him.)

The house is a time capsule. I am investigating the many kitchen drawers and cabinets with much delight. I open them and show Chris the contents, which have not been viewed since the death of Marguerite. Each item has aged gently and glows with a soft golden patina: simple, everyday items transfigured into beautiful treasure. The particular energy of each “gem” is perceivable to me.

I feel happy and blessed to be living here, but I am also aware that the house is filled with spirits. In particular I can sense the presence of many spirits in the black basement. The open door to the lower level is behind me and to my right. I’m unnerved by the lack of barrier to this space. The steps are very steep. Fortunately Chris and I have a female roommate who is our guardian. She intercedes between the living and the dead. Marguerite? My mother-in-law Kay?

Day notes:

Hanged man: I spent two hours upside down in a dental chair today getting my crown.

I saw a young man yesterday at Whole Foods who looked so much like Tom Wolf I felt an electric shock go through my body. Very tall and lithe with that Irish fox appearance: curly red hair, sharp blue eyes, long straight nose.