Author: Denise

I am a sculptor of clay animals and those luminous hybrid creatures that sometimes appear in our dreams, if we are lucky and if we are paying attention. The slow process of hand-building something from clay can really deepen the visitation of a dream. I have faithfully tended these wondrous images, transcribing them to journals since I was in my early 20s.
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Fragment: Art Leap

(Wednesday, June 28, 2023) waxing gibbous moon Scorpio / tarot ace of swords

I dream I am heading up to the Art Leap. My sister Jo appears in the dream. I need to put aside an art project and schedule four days of vacation. This could be prescient as I have the design of a clay project ready to go once I finish some outdoor house painting projects.

In the early part of the dream I am lying in my bed, waking up, and people are near me are working on tasks with their own agendas.

There is much more to the dream but I slept so long and sound last night it has trickled away.

Day notes:

Jo and I have recently been conversing a lot more than we have in the past. That feels good, but many of the discussions are about my father. He was in the hospital again last week and is definitely on decline. My brother and his partner are planning a big 90th birthday party for our dad. Jo and I feel that is a mistake. He’s not really up for it.

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We Are One, We Are None

In the third week of June, 2023, I had two nearly identical dreams.

I am in a community space that is unlimited. Membership in our community is also unlimited. I have no plot or agenda in the dreams. Neither do any of our community. I have no sense of being the focus of the dream or even the observer. We are all equal. The dream is about our eternal, universal connection to each other and manifested dimensions. At least that is my take based on Thich Nhat Hanh’s discussion about the nature of existence in his book “No Death, No Fear.”

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Trusted Property, Unsimplified

(Sunday, June 18, 2023) new moon Cancer / tarot 8 of swords

I dream my siblings and I have received a new large house. It is packed full of old furniture, clothing, knick-knacks and storage boxes. Strewn about: there is nothing left we will need. So we go through things together, and I reach a point where I wonder where our bedrooms are. Jodell shows me hers. She will rest at a distant, small house. It is full of content, just like the large house.

Day notes:

I spent three days at Jo’s small lake home. She is extremely organized but her house is full of food, furniture, pictures, up-north decorations, fishing and swimming equipment. No room in her garage for the cars. She is in charge of our parents’ will and we had a lot of discussions about it. She showed me the actual document. I stopped at my parents’ house on my way home and was overwhelmed by the yard and house work they still have at nearly 90 years old. It feels like a huge stress for them, especially my mother. It will be a stressful time for us once they pass and we have to sort it all out. I love my passion for simplification.

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