Providing Sweet Nourishment

(Sunday, August 25, 2024) third quarter moon Taurus / tarot Fool

I am slowly, happily meandering with a group of people, probably coworkers. We are outdoors and the scenery is wild, beautiful. It feels like vacation, although we are heading to a large, pleasant building that has the vibe of the very creative, upscaled old offices in downtown Minneapolis. Places I worked at for many years in waking life.

I am carrying some burrito-shaped sweets in my hands for our brunch. My plan is to stop at a grocery to grab enough for all of us, but one of the workers, maybe a manager, asks for my small batch. I hand it over, a little disappointed that he asks too soon. Then I go shopping for more delicious things for us to eat.

There are conversations during the walk which have slipped past my memory.

Day notes:

This dream ended just as I woke up this morning. The details faded fast.

Friday I posted my retirement on LinkedIn. I’ll leave the app open for a while because I like to see what my former coworkers are up to. Staying connected, virtually, at least.

Journal: Seokmun Breathing

(Thursday, August 22, 2024)

Yesterday I went to Wisdom Ways, on St. Kate’s campus, for a new breath-work class. It is guided by a neurologist from the Mayo Clinic who does Alzheimers research. He grew up in South Korea and was trained in the Seokum breathing technique twenty years ago. A very kind and inspiring man. At the end of our gentle workout we closed our eyes and relaxed on yoga mats for five minutes. Immediately the inside of my head was filled with a beautiful, deep blue light. Ocean blue. To me that was a message that this class is a blessing for me.

Protecting Fun, Disagreement With A Friend, Blessing From A Friend

(Saturday, August 17, 2024) waxing gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot six of wands

An early morning dream, about 6 am. My memory of the very beginning seems vague. Maybe I enter the dream from the dark void. I am walking down a tunnel with no images at first. As I continue to walk I connect to a large hotel. I have been staying here for a while, and now it is time to move on. I’m ready to take a shower in one of the cluttered communal bathrooms (looking for shampoo and soap) but there are interruptions. I spend time gathering scattered toys, mostly in the hallways, from a group of little people, family members. I want to make sure nothing is lost for them. I am also being pulled into a conversation with a young man in his twenties with blond curly hair and glasses. He is excited to express his views to me. High energy and enthusiasm. He doesn’t listen, though: he goes on and on and on. It is too distracting for me. I tell him I need to take a shower, and that I enjoy political discussions but not with the right-wing viewpoint.

Bonnie has contacted me in the hotel when I am multitasking with children and Mr. Chat. Because I have so much going on, I don’t quite understood her initial offer to me. She has a legal document in her hands and tells me she is donating about $3,000 to me every month. I don’t remember the precise numbers, although I see them on the colored sheet of paper. Because of my distractions, I ask her questions. My memory is that she is donating money to migrants. No. She explains it to me again and I feel this is a huge financial blessing.

Day notes:

Elements of this dream echo my concern for my grandkids as Cullan and Hillary are separated at the moment. Hopefully they sort it all out in a meeting scheduled for tomorrow. The story about the child sexual predator from their daycare was on the news again last night. I did not recognize the arrested teacher.

The young man reminds me of the Dreamsters conversation with Pat on Monday night, although I did not join so have no idea how it went.

I have anxiety about the huge hack reported this week to everyone’s Social Security numbers, although I did freeze our credit data accounts a couple of years ago. $2,980 is my monthly retirement payment and I never know exactly when it will be deposited in my bank account. Today would be nice. It is recommended to wait to take money from my 401k until age 73 (five more years), so my budget is frustratingly tight.

The Dreamsters Union