For the first time in my life I enjoyed my name because of the French pronunciation by the people at the Glastonbury retreat. Emphasis on the first syllable, not the second. And after being home for just a few days, a lovely older gentleman at Walgreens told me Denise is one of his favorite names.
Desiring to Connect with the Priest at the Abbey
(Saturday, April 22, 2017) moon waning crescent Pisces / tarot two of cups
I am attending a retreat or conference that is housed in a medieval abbey (Glastonbury Abbey?) The priest and I are attempting to begin a romantic relationship. He is not a Catholic priest. Druid? Hindu? Buddhist? He has wavy black hair, dark skin and large brown eyes. Indian? “Black Irish” like my aunt Bernadine Sheehan Lamey?
He is very busy working at the retreat. We pass in the hallways occasionally but he has little time to engage with me. We are both wistful. I wander through the abbey and discover his office full of books. I sit at his desk and examine the room contents in an effort to understand more about him, to make contact with his energy and spirit. I pick up a few of his letters, turning them over in my hands. I know I have no right to behave invasively, so I rise up out of his chair, leaving with reluctance. I feel lonely and hopeful at the same time.
Blake
(Saturday, April 22, 2017)
My tall young coworker Blake is renting a room from us (real life: Blake is in our workplace yoga class. He is sharp, funny and a talented businessman. Creative and open-minded. His desk is a few feet from mine.)
Rather than park at the edge of our very long driveway, he has rented a stall in a nearby ramp. Blake is so well-mannered. But he is having trouble getting his ramp access code to work. I give his tech access devices a try, with no luck.
Chris and I push hard to convince Blake to park in the drive. “Winter is over,” we say. Finally he agrees, and makes reference to Chris’ Nobel Prize. I wonder if that is an achievement from a past incarnation. Chris hears a different word than Nobel. “Mobile, mumble, oh-well.” I can’t remember his exact response when I awake.
Day notes:
Nobel Prize winner Bob Dylan released a new album yesterday. He did not attend the Nobel awards ceremony; Patti Smith played in his place. Yesterday Chris played Patti singing, “in my Blakean year.”