(Friday, September 2, 2016) new moon Virgo / tarot: crone of blades reversed
Long dream with beautiful art images. Vivid, maybe lucid in some respects. Does not feel like a dream.
I am visiting Bonnie and Paul up north, but we are at Jeanne’s house, which is under construction. Bonnie and Paul are the architects and contractors for the project.
The order of the dream has dissolved, and does not seem particularly important.
In one scene, I sit in the middle of a large king-sized bed, on white sheets. I am naked, folding my arms protectively around my breasts. The room has open, two-by-four walls: drywall has yet to be applied. Although my body is quite slender and fit, I feel slightly exposed. In one version of the dream, I put on my magenta yoga top. In another version, I put on my short, red-flannel nightgown.
In a second scene, Bonnie and I admire artwork created by Jeanne’s daughter. One edge of the room, connected to the center of the house, has a wide, roughed-in wooden arch. We stand perpendicular to the arch, near two outer walls with large windows. Below the windows are numerous, expensive flat-file art cabinets, filled with drawings and paintings by Jeanne’s daughter. Gouache paintings on large sheets of watercolor paper are strewn on top of the cabinets. I leaf through them. I am impressed, less so by the quality than the overwhelming quantity. The skill level is that of a gifted middle-school girl, still under development. But the astonishing quantity of work demonstrates deep, profound commitment. She will succeed. There is no doubt.
In another scene, Bonnie introduces me to a man, perhaps a relative, that she has invited up to keep me company, or maybe to help heal my masculine side. He and I enjoy spending time together but we are both married. So I hesitate to become too attached to him, even though I am relaxed and happy in his presence. He is athletic, handsome and warm. Calm and funny. His feminine side is evolved — he is very balanced.
Day notes:
On Sunday I am heading up north to the house Bonnie and Paul built in Walker. Yay!
Jeanne’s house. Wooden arch. Jeanne d’Arc. Jeanne/Joan of Arc was both warrior and martyr/victim. Last night (before making this verbal connection) I looked up the miracles the Catholic church accepted to canonize Joan. What is the implication of having a “saint” as a past life? Too overwhelming to even consider.
The solar eclipse yesterday was promoted by astrologers as being a difficult one. Suddenly, life at work is getting complex again. On Thursday (her birthday), Cyndi found out her beloved cat Lucky had cancer and had to be put down. The same day, she was told she needed immediate surgery, so her operation is scheduled for Tuesday. The surgeons will be threading through her sternum to repair vertebrae which are compressing from radiation treatments, threatening serious nerve damage. Akina, another coworker (in China), is on indefinite medical leave. Early in the week, my boss Louis told me we would be hiring more designers soon. Because I have done such a good job mentoring Alysia in Phoenix, he asked if I wanted to move into management. I don’t. Yet I don’t want to be managed, either.
Neptune was in opposition in Pisces for this eclipse, therefore powerful dreams, perhaps of past lives, have been suggested.
I think Jeanne’s daughter in the dream represents my path as a ceramic artist. A long learning curve, still much progress to be made. Perhaps I am midway to mastery. But I am committed. Jeanne Peppel’s daughter has a doctorate.
I do have a large king-sized bed with white sheets. Chris calls it The Veranda. King beds are perfectly square. North = white in the medicine wheel and in alchemy.
Bare wood. Bare naked. Exposing my core. Interesting that the dream architects (Bonnie and Paul) are so prominant. Not just a hidden assumption. Active, visible.