Author: Denise

(Monday, November 25, 2024) waning crescent moon Libra / tarot two of cups

I am in a large communal building with many working people, including my old boss Louis. I am retired, no longer a coworker, but I have a duty. I see highly-detailed column-shaped elements of the building that are mildly dusty, and I spray them with Windex or something similar, then clean the surfaces. The team of workers move on to other spaces and I follow, continually removing dust for them. I get a little bit behind on one column that is resting on the ground in a forest, but they wait for me to catch up. I do.

Day notes:

I will be meeting with Louis and my old marketing team on December 6 to celebrate the ten-year anniversary of John R.

I need to buy a special surface spray called Sennelier Latour Spray Fixative to seal my clay pieces so they can be dusted in the future. I don’t use glaze anymore, I use dry mineral color coatings (ceramic mason stains) that can slightly brush off with a finger. Louis’ father was a ceramic teacher and his kids work in clay. He was interested at one point in taking my kiln for free.

(Sunday, November 24, 2024)

Yesterday I drove to The Workshop of Mpls to pick up my pieces of paper clay. Three successfully-fired small sculptures were put inside a covered plastic box and I set them next to me on the passenger seat in my car. Immediately I felt like someone was sitting right beside me. That odd, strong sensation lasted for a while. I have never physically felt spiritual presence from my art.

I need to complete the sculpture, connecting the pieces with some natural rope and hooking them on a wall. If that is successful, I’ll take a photo and add it to this journal.

(Thursday, November 21, 2024) third quarter moon Leo / tarot five of cups

Another ghost dream last night. It starts with me lying on my back, in my bed, observing a small bird standing on a shelf, looking out the top of my arched window. I think the bird has been there for hours or even days. Because I wonder if it will bite me with its beak, this creature makes me a bit nervous. But eventually it leaves the window and disappears. I don’t know if it falls or if it flies.

My resting thoughts have been following the updates and repairs to my house. Plenty done, more to do. Then the recurring dream aspect begins: the open door to my left is connected to a huge, hidden part of the attic that is full of old furniture, old toys. I see the children from past generations. Ghosts. My big white cat, Snowball, wanders into the spirit room and is chased away by the ghost of a child’s pet. The house-ghosts in my dreams are rarely negative or aggressive but the emotion they cause is apprehension. Such a different dimension.

Day notes:

This morning I drove over to Cullan and Hillary’s to bring Oona to school. I spent about 20 minutes with my grandkids, viewing all the Christmas decorations they helped their mama put up. One was the photo of their passed-away kitty named Truck. The picture frame was surrounded by evergreens. They gave me a gift from The Museum of Russian Art, a little wooden doll for my Christmas tree.

Perhaps the bird is a ghost. Five of cups is a minor arcana card for death.

I think the upper floor of my house was always the space for children. Last year I replaced the very old wooden ceiling light in my bedroom. It was shaped like a ship wheel and felt like a toy. I donated it to Habitat for Humanity.

Window to my right, door to my left. Two openings. The outer world, the inner world.