(Saturday, August 11, 2018) new moon Leo partial solar eclipse / Carmen Sorrenti tarot: trail (knight) of coral (cups).
Waking dream: the number 11 shows up all day. When I step into the car, 111 miles are left till the gas tank is empty. Jeanne and I eat at Gigi’s at table 11. I arrive home from Jeanne’s at 1:11. I did not realize it was August 11 till I started this post. I told Bonnie in Sedona that 11 is my fave number.
Last night was full of dreams. I remember many fragments. The most distinctive is of a new home for me and for Chris. It is in a northern region that reminds me of Bonnie and Paul’s neighborhood. It feels like a small, intimate village on the edge of a giant wood, a state or national forest.
I look out our large picture window at the deciduous trees. All the trees are the same age and size, formed in a slender, vertical shape, like aspens or birch. The leaves have turned deeply golden. Many have fallen, so the earth and sky are the same rich color. I am mesmerized by the sensuous, vivid view. That feeling of lucidity.
I turn to Chris to tell him how happy I am about the surrealistic environment that surrounds us. He is focused on something else, not fully present.
The house is barely furnished yet, so the clean, wooden floor attracts my attention as I turn away from Chris. I see a small baby bunny near my feet. Our eyes meet and remain connected. There is a teacup on the boards and I fill it with spiral-cut vegetables. Bunny hops into the mug to munch.
I turn again to the window. Farther out into the forest is a collection of framed artwork, placed in a circle on the ground. My curiosity is peeked, but there is now a gentle mist falling. I wonder if the artwork will be affected. Who leaves pictures in the woods?
The light starts to shift as the sun begins to set. I palpably sense the presence of bears ambling through the wilderness, very nearby. But invisible. They circle our home, communicating with me telepathically. Will they come in, like bunny? I think so.
Day notes:
From muskrats to lions to wolves to bears. The transition of spirit animals in my dreams. My next clay piece will be a bear and a doe based on a dream I had 11 months after Trump’s election, “Bodhisattva Combats The Dark Force.” Bodhi is the bear, I am the doe, and our mission is to create light for other beings. The bodhi tree is where the Buddha attained enlightenment.
When Jeanne and I entered her yard after lunch, I noticed plants eaten by her wild bunny. This week on one of my walks at Big Rivers, a baby bunny stared at me on the edge of the poath. It was not frightened by me at all. We connected. A very pleasant experience.
Last week two mugs I ordered from CB2 called “Luna Black and White” arrived on my doorstep. Today they delivered two more that I did not order! Eclipse teacups.
Rabbit spirit animal, Sarah Seidelmann: “Womb/sacral chakra. Absolutely legendary in their powers of creation, rabbits produce roughly ten to thirty masterpieces per season … Can you imagine a world in which Alice had not followed the White Rabbit into Wonderland?”
Bear spirit animal, Sarah S: “Womb/sacral chakra. In Hindu mythology, Jambavan, the king of bears, an immortal being and the son of the creator of the universe, reincarnated as a bear in order to serve Lord Rama. Like this mythological bear, you are being empowered to serve the greater good and help others realize their own power and unique skills. Reflect people’s light back to them.”
Bear spirit animal, Jamie Sams: “It is in the Dream Lodge that our ancestors sit in Council and advise us regarding alternative pathways that lead to our goals. This is the power of bear … The female energy that for centuries has allowed visionaries, mystics and shamans to prophecy is contained in this very special bear energy. In India, the cave symbolizes the cave of Brahma. Brahma’s cave is considered to be the pineal gland … Bear seeks answers when she is in the cave dreaming or hibernating.”
I just love your dreams. I feel like I am not only reading a fairy tale but also am in the fairytale. And your clay pieces have the same feeling.
Are the art pieces in the woods the “masterpieces” of the rabbit?