(Saturday, August 27, 2022) new moon Virgo / tarot 4 of cups
I’m inside an expansive, perhaps infinite, community structure. The section that I inhabit is large, on an upper floor. The dream begins in the hallway as I enter my front door. Members are welcome to come and go between the home spaces. My sister Jo is with me. I notice a woman with dark, curly hair sitting near my door on a comfortable chair, typing into her laptop computer. She is focused on her writing and doesn’t interact with me. She looks like one of my guides. Raven Woman.
I enter the kitchen, shaped like an L. Each corridor of the L is long, full of cabinets, countertops, devices and furniture. The size of the room feels like a huge service kitchen that would exist in an old mansion.
I’m here to renovate. This task makes me insecure, as I am not a professional interior decorator. I want all of my family and visitors to feel pleased at the serenity of the room. I notice the frame of a window that is made from beautiful green/blue marble. Astonishing, a window made of stone! I show my sister Jo a piece of the marble and suggest to her that I paint the walls the calm, green/blue color. I talk about wallpaper and a few other ideas. She is fine with anything I decide to do, and reminds me that art is one of my skills.
I continue to inspect the L. I see an old gold refrigerator, from the eighties, and an old pink refrigerator, from the fifties. History is everywhere.
I notice a door to one of the children’s bedrooms. I turn right and walk inside the room. My small son is playing with several young Somali children and their parents. One of the fathers is a tall, thin man of particular grace and spiritual gifts. His presence is kind and illuminating for the children, and for me. I am relaxed. I look out a big bay window toward the ocean.
Day notes:
Yesterday I drove along the east side of Bde Maka Ska to head to Whole Foods. The car in front of me had a Black Lives Matter bumper sticker. As we both arrived at Lake Street, a tall, thin, homeless Black man stood on the corner with his handwritten cardboard sign. He seemed to be in his 50s. He generously waved to all of us. I had no cash, but the driver in front of me handed the man a bill. When I finished shopping and was driving back along Lake Street, an ambulance started to whine. The homeless man hurried out into the street and alerted the drivers, showing us where the ambulance was heading. I was amazed by his service and kindness.
This reminds me of my Lennon dream with the L-shaped staircase.
On Thursday I drove to HouseLift, the renovation company that repaired our porch, returning a sign that had been sitting in the yard for a while. I was surprised to see a large demo room full of kitchen cabinets. There was also a photo I liked of a small bathroom sink made of a blue and white Dutch-patterned ceramic bowl. Now I understand that they often work on historic houses.
