Category: Denise

(Tuesday, April 9, 2024) new moon Taurus / tarot four of swords

I was driving into the Lakewinds Co-op parking lot this morning and saw a goose who had been hit on the neck, lying on the street, still and bleeding. His/her partner was crying out and circling around the dead Canadian. It made me very sad. I sat in my car for a minute, watching the grieving goose. Two young women from the vet hospital next door came and picked up the bird, putting it in a big white basket.

It made me think about my meeting with Deborah. We discussed Pluto transitioning from my seventh house to my eighth house. She mentioned Chris’ passing but did not give me a date. I am sure she saw it.

(Saturday, April 6, 2024)

I am outdoors in Nashville, Tennessee, with my favorite musician John Prine (who passed away from covid in 2020). I sense the presence of his Irish wife, but do not see her. A friend of his is next to John. There is a tall pole in the grass with a curtain rod at the top. John and his friend twist the rod, rotate it, and bits of the drape tear off and fall on the ground. I quickly bend down and pick up the pieces of fabric.

Day notes:

Picking up the little pieces reminds me of the first exercise I did on BrainHQ.

Some lyrics from “Clay Pigeons”:
I’m tired of runnin’ ’round lookin’
For answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories
Just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes
To get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day
Start talkin’ again, when I know what to say

(Wednesday, April 3, 2024)

I have focused much on my Ralph Waldo Emerson “numinous” dream. Months after recording it I discovered that he suffered from a stroke and had aphasia: difficulty with words. Very sad for such a great poet. Today on Google I see he had semantic dementia for the final two decades of his life. My MRI report suggests I have semantic dementia. I need to hear what my neurologist has to say. Tears.