Category: Denise

(Saturday, February 7, 2015)  Waning gibbous moon in Libra / tarot: judgment

I notice that a chunk of dark grey plaster has popped off of the wall in a hallway my husband has just refinished. The plaster piece is intact; it did not shatter in the fall, so he will be able to easily fit it back into place.

I look behind me and see that the small hallway is at the edge of a grand staircase. I realize I am in a huge manor house with fantastically tall ceilings, like Downton Abbey. It is the house from my dream “Shaking Hands with George.”  The walls are beautifully patterned paisley in velvety earthtones: green, scarlet and gold. The banisters are delicately carved oak. Rooms are warmed by ornate stone fireplaces. A sitting room floor that I at first think is dated ceramic tile from the 1970s is in fact made of shimmering amber, sienna and white-colored quartz.

Day notes:

Got caught up with Downton Abby last night online.

I understand the metaphorical aspect of the elegant, elaborate manor house full of treasure. But I also suspect this is a memory of an actual English house I have known, since this is at least the second time it has appeared in my dreams. This dream differs from the earlier dream in that the house furnishings seem fresh and new. In the “George” dream they seem worn with time.

(Thursday, February 5, 2015)  Waning gibbous moon in Virgo / tarot: four of pentacles

The Dreamsters are in a pickup truck together. We are heading to Guatemala or maybe Argentina, somewhere people speak Spanish. Peter is driving, in his Bear Mode, speeding along a causeway or canal. Bonnie and Pat are in the cab, but Jeanne and I are in the open bed of the truck, bouncing around. I am a little scared. Jeanne is calm.

We park next to a large multi-story brick building that is shaped like an “L.” We enter a main floor restaurant, the door of which is at the intersection of the two wings of the building. The corner angle. Jeanne and I are wearing long, flowered cotton skirts and our feet are bare (bear feet?). I worry we won’t be admitted without our shoes but the wait staff “look the other way.” The restaurant has a Christmas tree in the center of the room as well as other holiday decorations. Fiesta time. A small, gruff boy stands against the outer wall; he is enjoying giving me a bit of grief. There is no language barrier.

Day notes:

 

Chris and I went to the cardiologist today. The doctor recommended ablation, so we scheduled surgery for February 16. Jeanne’s son Scott has had multiple ablations, to no avail. Her daughter’s family is heading to Argentina today.

 

The shape of the truck reminds me of the heart chambers: the small cab is like the atrial and the larger bed is like the ventricle. Pickup bed reminds me of hospital bed.

 

Chris ordered a new bed from Room and Board. It arrives on Wednesday.

 

The gruff boy is like Chris interacting with health care professionals.

(Thursday, February 5, 2015)  Waning gibbous moon in Virgo / tarot: four of pentacles

It is the time of the Great Flood. There is no land and the water is many miles deep. I am floating in the clear, warm sea with all of God’s creatures. Happy. The ocean is home.

Day notes:

 

Today at the cardiologist’s I opened the copy of “Braiding Sweetgrass” that Bonnie loaned to me. The first pages tell the story of Skywoman and muskrat, the Dakotah and Ojibwe creation teaching. It’s the story of the Great Flood, and so so much more.