(Monday, June 30, 2025) waxing crescent moon Virgo / tarot page of wands / oracle Delight
Still many interruptions in my sleep, but dreams nonetheless. The interruptions make remembering the dreams tougher.
In the middle of the night I had this fragment: my bedroom is back upstairs, as it was in the first five years I lived on Rustic Lodge. I am lying on the kingsize bed, on my back. Next to me, on my left, is a woman who is also lying on her back. That woman is me. There are two of us, two “me” dreamers resting on the bed.
Daynotes:
Yesterday Cullan and I rode our bikes downtown to the Pride parade. We ended up standing just a block away from the building where my friends Howie and Jana started the business “Smart Set.” I would often visit or freelance there. Howie was gay and Jewish. Years ago he went out for dinner and a man he met at the restaurant Cafe Wyrd, now called Barbette, murdered him at his condo on Lyndale. The parade made me cry, thinking of Howie and also of the cruel experiences the LGBTQ community must endure. Governor Walz was in the parade and we all cheered as loud as we could.