(Friday, Beltane, 2026) full moon Scorpio
Tonight our neighbors are having a gathering to honor Vicky, who passed away from pneumonia on my birthday. This morning Vicky and her living husband Jim visited me in a dream, but I don’t recall the details.
Saturday, May 2: I found out last night Vicky had been in the ICU for two weeks. The doctors were never able to determine what kind of pneumonia or lung issue she had. She was 79 years old.
Tuesday, April 28, 2026
I dream I am dreaming. I perceive waking life in my dream: a cat (probably Snowball) has captured a baby bunny and brought it into the house. In my dream I try to telepathically contact someone who is awake and can safely catch the little bunny. I remain in the dream, I don’t wake up, even though my perception of reality stays with me.
(Tuesday, April 28, 2026) waxing gibbous moon Libra
Sunday, in Cindy’s final “Decoding” Zoom meeting, Pamela’s first short conversation honored indigenous history and culture (she moved from Florida to Omaha). I was curious, so I asked her if she has Native relatives. She does not. I mentioned my distant ancestor Chief Wapasha (Dakota–Ojibwe). John smiled and said a close member of his family (his wife’s father?) grew up in one of the Ojibwe reservations in Wisconsin. I don’t remember which of the seven locations, maybe Lac du Flambeau.
Cindy’s meeting was synchronous to the recent post I made about Mendota. But there is more! This morning, on my way to acupuncture, I was trying to decide which day next week to head down to Wabasha and visit my ancestors at the St. Felix Cemetery. After I had been needled by Dr. Yu, I overheard one of his other patients say he grew up in Wabasha. Most people want to head up to Minnesota’s north woods, he admitted, but he loves southeastern bluff country. He feels it is even more beautiful and I completely agree. My soul is very connected to the Mississippi river, the gentle hills and the sand prairie.
