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(Friday, July 19, 2019) waning gibbous moon Pisces / tarot Sun

I have joined a large group of people on the main floor of a retreat center. The atmosphere is muted. Every element of the room is constructed of wood. “In the woods.” We stand together, not seated at chairs or tables. At a far distance I see the illumination of the entry door.

I move to a stairwell along a side wall. It is not visible to people in the meeting room. The staircase enclosure is located in London.

At the top of the steps I enter the upper story of my ancestral home. Grandmother Lenora Sheehan greets me. We are here to work together. This spacious room is also fully constructed of wood. Family tree. The lower half of the room shines with beautiful, warm, gold and copper light. Like an internal sunset. When I awaken, the love and intensity of the glow permeates my body and emotions. Palpable radiance. It is the main element of the dream.

Day notes:

The first time I “met” Jill Purce was on a call to her London home. She walked up a steep stairway (she said) in her house as we spoke. She must be my Grandmother Lenora. Bonnie and I leave on Thursday for Vancouver.

Today I received a long email from my cousins about our Sheehan lineage.

Saturday, July 20: I receive a Luther family tree from my uncle John in the mail today.

(Sunday, July 14, 2019) partial lunar eclipse in Capricorn arrives July 16

A loon on Parker’s Lake woke me up on Saturday and Sunday. An unusual and beautiful calling.

I watched Sharon Blackie’s Pacifica presentation on YouTube Friday evening. I have odd moments with my eyes (floaters and such), but as she delved into ancient Irish stories of the faerie realm, hundreds of white stars began to sparkle through my bedroom window, even though the sky was still cerulean blue. The vision lasted 5 or 10 minutes, until I closed my eyes, rested and reopened them.

Dream: I’m at the ship harbor of a large ocean bay with my boss Louis and one of his daughters. We are heading out to sea in a large, private yacht. Louis has promoted his daughter to captain, and he is training her in. I am perched on my knees at the top of the boat, twisting and repairing a circular roof component. Radar? Crown chakra?

I feel safe enough, although curious about the daughter’s promotion. My level of expertise is at the very top!

I notice that Louis is heading into a dark squall. The height of the waves is shifting to hurricane force. When I perceive he has no intention of turning the ship, I jump into the turbulent water and swim back to land. Out of danger.

Day notes:

This has to be about the recent stresses Louis is feeling about his job. Perhaps I leave because of his little spats with David? Two young designers and I were recently promoted, but Louis neglected to give me recognition with the full company. I mildly critiqued him for his mistake.

(Friday, July 5, 2019) waxing crescent moon Leo / tarot Queen of Corals (cups)

I found out about my godmother Marguerite Wolfe’s death on this day in 1965, at the Sheehan ancestral farm near Wabasha, with many of my cousins, aunts and uncles.

Dream: I am at my grandmother’s farm, in her very large kitchen, with several other women coworkers. They are talking and working behind me, near the large chrome and linoleum-patterned dining table. I stand at a countertop that faces a tall window, looking out to the backyard grove, between two old light-green cabinets.

I’m putzing with a couple of hand-sewn stuffed animals. I plop one on top of a child-sized wooden chair. Next to the chair is a small handmade cart that mimics the roaming laptop carts we make at my office. This one is made of glass and hand-welded metal, not machined in plastic and molded aluminum. I roll it to the far side of the window, then turn to address the other women.

“Hey! What if we paint this room?” I start peeling away the depression-era wallpaper. They all seem a little shocked by this idea and simply watch.

“What about PURPLE?” I say. And not just plain purple! I treat the walls like watercolor canvas, swooshing the paint with streams of water and blending in many other pigments. The end result looks like a beautiful, star-filled summer sky. Cosmos.

Day notes:

This dream seems related to my upcoming “Healing the Ancestors” retreat. I just received some images and historical information about the Sheehan clan from my cousin Bernadette, who lives on a farm relatively near the “ancestral lands” in Minneiska. Is this dream message telling me that my design time is nearly complete? Time to focus on my artwork, in spite of it being my elder-time? The leader of the retreat, Jill, has a musician son named Cosmo. I love his music and his videos.

I had to do a lot of propping at the office photo shoot on Tuesday, adding cups and notebooks and plants to images Rick was shooting of our desktop products.

I visited my dad at the Cambridge hospital yesterday and the nurses used our StyleView laptop medical carts.

I finally have the name of my ancestor that grandmother Lenora talked about so many times when I was a child. Her grandmother. Lenora taught me many indigenous signs of upcoming weather, including “count the stars inside the ring around the moon and you will know in how many days rain or snow will arrive.”

https://wc.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=:2902415&id=I574483781

https://sites.rootsweb.com/~mnwabbio/bppf.htm