(Saturday, April 8, 2017)
Over a month ago I dreamt my iPhone was infected with malware. I have been waiting for it to go down. That happened yesterday. Fortunately the Sprint tech was able to clean and restore it for me.
(04.10.2017) In fact, the repair did not work and I had to get a new phone.
(Saturday, April 8, 2017) moon waxing gibbous Virgo / tarot ace of wands
A long busy dream, but only two scenes remain.
I am walking with a famous man at my side. In the dream I am either unsure of his identity, or it fades upon awakening.
We are heading towards a table scattered with books. Book fair? I have been told that my first boyfriend Dan, a Quaker who now lives in Philly, has published a book that includes a description of me at sixteen. I am extremely apprehensive about reading the paragraph. But I do, with the famous man’s warm spiritual and emotional support. Is he a writer too?
I am surprised at the beautiful words Dan has written. He describes my star-like eyes and ethereal nature. I feel such gratitude towards him. It seems he has revealed my spiritual core, stripped of ego and my myriad flaws.
It is time to leave with my guide. We leap from the stratosphere (high level book fair!) and tumble safely back to earth.
I wake up wondering who my guide is, with David Bowie’s song Starman playing in my head:
“There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds”
Day notes:
Dan’s best friend Eric (with whom I also had a romantic relationship) was a big Bowie fan, and looked just like him.
Jill Purce suggested I stay two extra days in Glastonbury. So on that Saturday, we will spend the afternoon on a hike with famous author and scientist Rupert Sheldrake. I need to make sure I have read his most recent book.
Book fair: Dan’s book is fair? Fair Denise? Fairy?
(Thursday, April 6, 2017) moon waxing gibbous Leo / tarot seven of pentacles
Last night our yard was covered with wood ducks. Seven pairs. This morning as I walked down the front stone steps my ears were filled with the songs of birds. It made me so happy I wondered if my truest spirit animals are birds. Not mammals.
On my river walk at lunchtime today the brush was dancing with joyful, warbling sparrows. I did not seem to make them fearful when I passed closely by. Even the robins scurried along the path just a few feet in front of me. Feathered friends.
I crossed old highway 13 and walked into the small woods next to Oheyawahi. A hawk screeched with a loud rasp. I looked up at a red-tail circling directly over my head. Round and round. He was hunting. For what?
In a hundred feet or so I spied a flock of wild turkeys ambling through Acacia Cemetary. Ah ha! Do hawks eat such giant fowl?
I walked another couple hundred feet, to the Mendota Bridge, then turned back. As I re-entered the woods another large hawk, this one a white and grey yearling, flew less than thirty feet above me. I looked up. We made eye contact. I am sure of this because she floated low over my upturned face for several slow circumlocutions. I spun on my feet, gazing up at her beautiful outstretched wings.
Two bikers were nearing me on the trail so I started walking again. I contemplated Bonnie’s “dowsing” photography technique. Nature provides every message we need. I thought of my morning musing about spirit birds, and of the ducks, owls and pileated woodpeckers that make their homes in our yard. At the exact moment the pileated entered my conscious mind, an actual creature began hammering loudly on a tree along the river bank!
Day notes:
There is a shadow side to this hawk “dream.” Very close to the end of my walk a grey military cargo plane flew overhead. At as low an altitude as I have experienced. That night Trump bombed Syria.
