I have a plan for my next clay piece. It will be based on the Black Raven dream. I need to noodle for a while before I start. I am sharing that dream tonight with The Dreamsters Union and I will be very interested in their feedback. Somehow I want to combine a woman and a raven. Perhaps they will be unified, the same creature.
Return Of Friends, Creativity And Memory
(Sunday, March 26, Hillary’s birthday, 2023) moon waxing crescent Gemini / tarot ace of swords
I’m recalling that a giant celebration involving many of my friends (including artist Denisea) is planned for the next day, but I don’t remember the time that people will arrive. I did not mark my calendar, and I did not keep a copy of the invitation I mailed out to all. I search my computer for the design file I created. I can’t find it using the initial search words. I change the words from “card” to “invitation” and the artwork shows up on my screen.
Not only is the design of the card pleasant, but I can also see beautiful, detailed sculptures I created to display the cards. I am able to view very old clay pieces from the beginning of my practice that are sadly imperfect. I observe my progress over the years from rough to satisfying.
It is a relief to know the party plans. A sense of joy to anticipate spending time with my friends.
Day notes:
I have plans to meet with friends Amy, Bean, Denisea and Michelle. I have felt isolated during covid, and after losing my job.
I joined a webinar about memory-loss (“New Strategies to Improve Memory, Protect Immunity & Fight Off Dementia”) by Marc Milstein, PhD. I have his book “The Age-Proof Brain.” It was a highly enlightening presentation. I am following just one tip and now my sleep has vastly improved. The connection between sleep loss and dementia frightened me. My memory has been slipping. My doctor is not concerned about it yet.
Connecting With Three Levels Of Family, Disconnecting With Women At Work
(Wednesday, March 22, 2023) new moon Aries / tarot Hierophant
Another dream with rich environmental details. Awake. Too many decorative details to add to the plot.
Scene 1:
I am in a huge kitchen with my grandmother Lenora and my grandson Wyn, helping her organize the cupboards. I open a cabinet door under the countertop and see that it goes deep into another space in the house. A secret passage. It reminds me of the firewood storage door in her old kitchen that was connected to the outside.
Two large, rectangular glass jars, filled with ground coffee, are very far back in the floor cabinet. I ask Wyn to crawl inside and pull them out. He asks why. I say we need to put them in a different cupboard that is at Lenora’s eye-level, easier for her to access.
Scene 2:
Another element of this ancestral house is the place where I work. Three female team members, much younger than I am, invite me for a walk to a restaurant to have lunch together. I agree, and we amble past a few other historic buildings, much like the North Loop, but nestled in a vast, beautiful prairie with a dark sky. I soon realize that I have less than twenty-five dollars cash in my pocket, so I tell my coworkers I am going to rush back to the office and grab my wallet. They don’t pay me much attention. They move on.
The distance to the office is much further than I realize. I run back, grab my bank card and then hurry along the trail we were using. It goes for miles. I cannot see my coworkers. Why would they journey so far for a little meal?
I reach a tall hill along the edge of a flooding creek. The water is high. How did the women pass over the flowing water? I have to figure out for myself how to cross.