Category: Denise

(Wednesday, December 14, 2016) moon: waning, near full, Cancer

Chris and I have moved to a new house that is shaped like a tall medieval castle. There is a central atrium covered by a hexagonal pyramid roof. A tower, I guess. The walls of the open core have a pearly, pebbly hard adobe surface that I have dreamt about three times. In the first dream it covered the interior and exterior of a small sea-green house. In the second dream it covered the inner and outer walls of a red schoolhouse in Santa Fe. Pat was in that dream and we were being taught about past lives by Eric Christopher. This time the stony adobe surface is white. I am not conscious of the exterior in this dream but it must also be white.

As Chris and I begin to explore our castle, I have a fleeting image of Cullan traveling to move into our Plymouth house. I see the charcoal walls and white trim of his old bedroom. It’s his house now. At this moment in the dream I wonder about the decision to purchase the castle. I realize that the deal has been negotiated by Chris while I am in another dream. Dream within a dream. I sense the negotiation but do not take part.

The castle has multiple floors and many expansive rooms. It is far more than I can ever make use of so I decide to offer up space to my friends that teach workshops and classes. Dreamers? Probably.

Day notes:

Wednesday evening Cullan called to tell me that he and Alea had broken up. He arrived at about ten o’clock to move back into his old bedroom. So now, ironically, there is no space in my house for the Dreamsters to meet.

The dream of the sea-green adobe house occurred when Cullan broke up with Krista and moved back home. The adobe house was the color of his Hyundai, neglected and unlivable. Maybe the dream of Pat and the red schoolhouse happened when he and Diana split up. There was chaos in that building too. Pure conjecture. The white house is different: I want to give it a fresh coat of paint, as one would with any newly bought older home, but it is ready to share, as is, with a community of family and friends.

I have been sad about the breakup, but Cullan seems in much better spirits than when he and Krista split. He snowblowed the driveway this morning and that really lifted my mood. I have needed help since Chris had his surgery but nothing has worked out. I have been physically exhausted.

(Saturday, December 3, 2016)

Two days before I had to leave for Phoenix, and three days after my aunt’s funeral, Lola got sick. As I was walking out to the garage with her carrier in hand, on the way to Minnetonka Animal Hospital, I saw an eagle circling low above the pond. I’ve named it Circle Pond because it is across the street from Circle Park.

I looked more carefully into the blue sky and saw five eagles floating on an updraft. I was so amazed to see that many raptors that I forgot to notice if they were spinning clockwise or counter-clockwise. I am thinking it was counter-clockwise because my memory is of seeing the first eagle heading toward me. But I can’t be sure.

I have been wondering ever since what this vision is about. Bonnie would say they were showing themselves to me. The spiritual geometry is a pentagram, a five-pointed star inside of a circle. Air and water.

When I returned from Phoenix a week later, I spent another Saturday at the vet with Lo. It felt like a circle of ill-health, a kitty deja-vu. She seems healthy now.

The saddest news is that Cullan and Alea split up on Thursday night and now Cullan is back at the house with us. I received a very kind good-bye email from Alea that made me cry. I still have tears in my eyes.

 

(Sunday, November 27, 2016) moon: waning crescent Scorpio / tarot: six of wands (healing touch)

Yesterday I drew the World Dancer in the tarot and finished Edie’s clay legs and feet later in the day. World can indicate completion of a stage of life or project.

This morning I dream that I am in bed, leaning over my own body to form my lower legs from red clay. In the dream I am creating my left calf.

I wake up feeling so, so pleased and content. Is there a better omen/dream for an artist to experience? I think not!