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(Saturday, November 1, 2025) waxing gibbous moon Pisces / tarot page of swords / oracle Vitality

I mentioned during our last dream meeting that my theme appears to have shifted. House was my main subject for over five years. Now it seems to be green grass and nature, “my true nature,” as my therapist and I believe. I certainly think about “grassroots.” It feels like that is the transformation our planet needs at this moment: remove oligarchy, provide strength and guidance from The People. That is one aspect of the new theme. It also must be about Mother Nature, the spirit of the feminine. Whenever I dream of nature, in recent dreams and very old dreams, the experience feels deeply lucid. The rich, green color fills the elemental dream world, which touches my emotions and psyche. I awake from those dreams feeling peace and joy.

I will always remember the book Bonnie recommended, “Braiding Sweetgrass” by Potawatomi professor Robin Wall Kimmerer. Her indigenous wisdom about plants and science is critical. Grass also has an ancestral aspect for me, as my Sheehan family farm was on the sand prairie, near the Mississippi River and the small town of Minneiska. Members of a Dakota tribe traveled often across the grassy land when my grandmother was young, in her twenties.

The color green is growth and the heart chakra: transformation, healing and restoration. For the Celtic, green is nature and the divine feminine. In ancient Egypt, it was rebirth and the afterlife.

Perhaps green is a clue that a trip to Ireland will be important.

For many people “grass” is about marijuana, but I do not smoke or even eat gummies. When I occasionally inhaled weed with my teenage friends, they would relax but I would hallucinate: outer space.

A few recent dreams that include grasses:

Green, Green Grass Of Home

Sweetgrass Ladder

Early Disconnection, And Later Finding A Gift

Yellow Flower Marilyn Monroe

(Thursday, October 30, 2025)

When eating our delicious lunch today at Wise Acre, Tom asked me a lot of questions about my aphasia, my semantic dementia. We talked about his blood cancer, too, which is in remission. Then he told me that he also has aphasia, a different brain diagnosis than mine, but with some similar, frustrating memory issues. It is called cerebral small vessel or microvascular disease, or white matter disease.

(Thursday, October 30, 2025)

Today when Tom and I were at his car, grabbing some warm items he needed for our bike ride, I saw an old man open the door to the house at our right, letting in the striped cat I had met last week at the Patina store. The woman at the shop explained to me that the big neighborhood kitty laying next to the cash register would often visit them. After Tom and I ate at Wise Acre, we went to a short trip to Tangletown Gardens. One of the gardeners told us about the cat who had recently arrived and is now living at the store. All of the employees are voting on what to name their animal friend.