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Dream during my 60th birthday retreat in Glastonbury:

I am gathering prairie plants on my grandmother’s farm, in a field near the gold-red gravel road that is the entrance to the acreage. Facing away from the road, I spy a black wolf moving through the tall grass to my left, perhaps thirty feet away.

Carefully, I turn toward the road, crossing over it and walking quietly down into the cool, shallow ditch. Hoping that the wolf will not notice me.

But he has. He runs rapidly across the road and leaps for my jugular. I grab him by his teeth, my right hand on his uppers and my left on his lowers, pulling his jaw apart with great strength. My power is equal to his, if not greater.

Day notes:

The tarot card I pulled for my journey was Strength, which often shows an Empress/May Queen holding open a lion’s jaw.

For the first time in my life I enjoyed my name because of the French pronunciation by the people at the Glastonbury retreat. Emphasis on the first syllable, not the second. And after being home for just a few days, a lovely older gentleman at Walgreens told me Denise is one of his favorite names.

(Saturday, April 22, 2017) moon waning crescent Pisces / tarot two of cups

I am attending a retreat or conference that is housed in a medieval abbey (Glastonbury Abbey?) The priest and I are attempting to begin a romantic relationship. He is not a Catholic priest. Druid? Hindu? Buddhist? He has wavy black hair, dark skin and large brown eyes. Indian? “Black Irish” like my aunt Bernadine Sheehan Lamey?

He is very busy working at the retreat. We pass in the hallways occasionally but he has little time to engage with me. We are both wistful. I wander through the abbey and discover his office full of books. I sit at his desk and examine the room contents in an effort to understand more about him, to make contact with his energy and spirit. I pick up a few of his letters, turning them over in my hands. I know I have no right to behave invasively, so I rise up out of his chair, leaving with reluctance. I feel lonely and hopeful at the same time.