(Friday, November 8, 2013) I awoke with the image of the interior of my body filled with multicolored light. Like the brilliant patterns on butterfly wings.
The sunrise on my drive eastward into work was intense. Color-drenched cirrus clouds filled the whole sky: purple, blue, pink, orange, red, yellow and turquoise.
The sunset sky on my drive home was nearly as breathtaking.
(Saturday, November 9, 2013) I awoke at 3 with many details of this dream but much has evaporated: Bonnie and I own a house together, split in the middle like a townhouse. We go down to the very deepest level, the level of the demonic. The rooms are a vast network of pristine catacombs, carved of stone, filled with artwork. But the artwork is cold and controlled, lacking in passion, playfulness or spirit. I realize that is what makes it demonic. Which seems to be the lesson of the dream.
Day notes:
I spent all day last Saturday at the SOFA (Sculptural Objects, Functional Art) show at Navy Pier in Chicago. It literally gave me a piercing headache in the nape of my neck. Most of the work was contrived and outrageously priced. Technique trumped soulful expression.
Maybe this dream is also a precursor to the conference Bonnie and I are attending on climate change in a few weeks at Carondelet.
(Monday, October 28, 2013) I’m driving in a car. I have a map. I’m going to see my new house at the end of the neighborhood road on which I am traveling.
The road is already very steep. It goes straight up the side of a mountain, with no switchbacks.
I’m incredibly charmed by each small house along the way. They are all different from one another, like perfect little sculptures. The gardens are immaculate. The colors of paint chosen for each house are subtle and beautiful.
I reach a point in the road where the grade steepens and the pavement ends. My house is at the very top of the mountain and I need to travel quite a bit farther along this seemingly impossible road. I realize my vehicle will need a running start, so I turn back and head to the base of the hill.
My friend Megan wants to see the house too so I drive into the warehouse district of the town to pick her up. I think we are supposed to meet at Bemis Company but I keep circling the building and cannot find her.
