Never-ending Ancestral Tunnel

(Monday, August 12, 2024) first quarter moon Scorpio / Queen of Pentacles tarot

I stand at the top of a sloping river bank and tumble down the grassy hill. The soft, brown sand is deep. My feet sink in several inches, but I keep heading to the river’s edge. Very pleasant.

When I reach the bottom, I see the opening of a cave and I turn right to head inside. Once into the underground, I see that the cave is an ancestral residence that is shaped like a long, long tunnel. Never-ending.

Immediately I notice that this was the home of a man from the fifteenth century. Nothing is new. Some of the house elements are from the original builder, but many others are from other time periods. The furniture, artwork and decor span hundreds of years.

At first I am the only inspector of the underground structure, but others enter the space and wander about, checking out the history. I keep moving forward, from room to room to room.

Day notes:

I got an email last week from my cousin Pat Murphy’s daughter Bridget. A Sheehan family reunion is planned for next year in Kellogg, Minnesota. The Sheehans moved from County Cork to Minneiska in the 1850s, during the potato famine. I have been working successfully on finding more names and dates on Ancestry. I love doing that. My favorite ancestor name is “Experience Bliss” (1649-1721).

This weekend Cullan, Hillary, Wyn and Oona visited the cave in Jordan that sits below an old brewery, along the Minnesota River bank.

Tuesday, August 13: Today I received a message via Ancestry from a distant relative named Judy, related to my grandmother Cermak’s ancestors from Bohemia.

Negative Feels Positive

(Thursday, August 1, 2024) waning crescent moon Cancer / tarot five of cups

This morning I finally tested negative of covid, ten days later than my first symptoms. I threw out my mask. Last night I had a covid dream, and I have had them in the last few days. But my sleep has been erratic and I don’t recall many details, even though my dream last night felt very strong. I was in a communal environment, where others also had covid, although not everyone. I think I was working on my healing and trying to keep others safe, which is how it has been at home with Chris in waking life.

Journal: Dream Circle

(Monday, July 29, 2024)

I met with Victoria’s group on Sunday. It is becoming a very inspiring experience. I have missed being able to do dreamwork more often. I think I will work with her twice a month and that will give me access to dream groups once every week.

It is a very different experience than The Dreamsters. It is global, and many members are Jewish. A new member is originally from Belgium but now lives in Israel. One dreamer, who just translated Victoria’s new book, lives in Mexico City. They are all highly skillful, in particular Cindy. I call her the Queen of Synchronicity.

We are having a discussion next week with The Dreamsters about whether we can include politics when we chat on Zoom. Victoria’s circle talks about politics every time, and they feel like the right conversations. So far, we at the circle all seem to be on the same page.

Day notes:

I am getting serious about writing a book and have been spending time looking at my dreams for clues. This one from 2017 (Writer Friends) seems potentially prescient, especially since I have officially joined Victorias’ Dream Circle and Victoria finally published the book she has been working on for seven years:

“A visually simple dream that takes place in a near-void. Grey and dim. No walls or ceilings or floors. A woman sits at the center of a white table. She is a writer, masterfully guiding a dream workshop. She must be Victoria, but she doesn’t look like Victoria. Her hair is lighter in color, silvery-brown. She wears less jewelry than Victoria’s decorative Santa Fe style. I sit at the far end of the white table, which reminds me of the table at Susan’s workshop in Virginia Beach that Bonnie and I attended. Next to me is a young woman poet, a gifted, professional writer. She sits very close, nearly embracing me, and quietly, lovingly describes my poetic genius.”

The table I work on every day with my computer is an oval white table. The table I use for clay work is also white.

The Dreamsters Union