Category: Denise

(Tuesday, January 9, 2024) waning crescent moon Sagittarius / tarot eight of wands

I am in a large house, working on a small painting project in the bedroom of two little girls. When I begin, I feel that my ability to make updates is very limited, but as I finish each tiny aspect of the room, another easy fix comes up for me. I keep working-working-working, more quickly and with increased self-confidence. I remove an old piece of fabric signage printed with dates and pricing that was haphazardly used to cover a horizontal bookshelf. A silly old DIY decision. My happiness and decor talent grows. I ask Chris to help the children carefully choose three related colors for their bedroom. A joyful, energetic dream.

Day notes:

I am almost done painting my staircase door, moving on to other paint projects.

Perhaps I had a prescient dream a couple of years ago. I dreamt Cullan and Hillary’s family lived in my Rustic Lodge house and I lived in an apartment above the garage. I have always been a fan of multi-generational housing, although I have never brought that idea up with them. When we went to a Linden Hills restaurant for Cullan’s birthday, I said, “I would love to live in Linden Hills someday!” To me, it is the most beautiful (expensive) Minneapolis neighborhood. This weekend I went for a walk with Cullan, Wyn and Oona along Minnehaha Creek. Cullan said Hillary found a house in Linden Hills that she would love if we could purchase and live in together. It was just a little too small. That made me happy to hear, whether it ever happens or not. Tweaking my old house is motivated by my personal pleasure, but also to make sure that when I pass away it is worth a good amount of inheritance money for my family.

The city of Minneapolis is planning to make our Tangletown neighborhood into a Historic District.

Two girls (Denise and Jo)

(Wednesday, January 3, 2024)

Cullan and Hillary are busy partying with her family and friends. Cullan is doing his share of duties in the kitchen. He is a bit tired and stern. I have some toys and a story I want to share, particularly with Oona. I walk into their house through the kitchen door, unannounced. I leave a tiny blue plastic phone on the countertop (just one-eighth of an inch thick) and tell Cullan he needs to click a button to get my message.

Day notes:

My Christmas gift from Cullan was Storyworth. Each week I get a different question from him. I tell one of my life stories, and add photos. I think it is his intention that my grandchildren will have history after I am gone. Jeanne Guignon has been working on a similar project for her family.

In the evening after this post, I got a text from Hillary. She is going to be out of town with friends on an upcoming weekend. Cullan will be taking care of the kids (kitchen work!). I was asked to babysit Oona so Wyn can go to a birthday party. So this short dream feels prescient.

(Wednesday, January 3, 2024) three-quarter moon Libra / tarot Strength

A dream influenced by the tsunami warning in Japan, I think.

I live in a house on a bay, one that reminds me of the small harbor along the town of Isle on Lake Mille Lacs. It is a seventies-style two-story house with living spaces on the upper floor and a two-car garage beneath it, on the main floor, facing the lake. A tuck-under garage, I guess, although it is not underground. Space for boats and cars.

Cheerful friends and family share our house. They are interacting and having a good time together. I am full of fear, though, because there has been a warning of high-level waves coming toward the shore. I am terrified that the tsunami will crash and destroy our home. Kill us. Construction workers are outdoors, getting ready and protecting the house. Not enough for me, since they add no plywood to the windows and doors as they would for a hurricane. The window screens are open and I close them. I watch the handymen connect and seal the garage door to the driveway with a piece of aluminum. Snowball has been enjoying moving in and out of the house, so I put him inside of a bedroom and close the door.

It is dusk, nighttime is coming. The storm will arrive in the darkness. I do not understand why my companions are unworried about the drama and roar of the wild current that is predicted and on its way. I consider fleeing into the woods and coaxing my friends to join me.

There is more to the dream that I no longer remember. It is full of emotion. Terror. Although it may turn out that I am wrong about the danger. I don’t know.

Day notes:

One year there was a very powerful spring storm at our Mille Lacs cabin. The waves actually rose above the shore and hit the front porch, damaging the 1909 log siding.