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(Friday, August 21, 2015) Moon: first quarter Scorpio / tarot: High Priestess reversed

Bonnie is driving a large station wagon. I am in the passenger seat. She turns left around a sharp corner and straight into the wall of an auto parts store. The crash seems deliberate, not accidental. She has a determined expression on her face, her jaw is firmly set.

She backs the car away from the building, and starts to drive away, down the busy street. The furious shop owner comes running out the door after us. He is a large burly man with dark hair, dark mood. He catches up to us, somehow manages to open the rear hatch of the car, and jumps inside. He is obviously extremely powerful. I am terrified. I am not strong enough to protect Bonnie. I give her a quick look (What are you thinking? Have you no fear?), then open the door and bail out of the speeding vehicle.

The dream shifts. I have found a way to Bonnie’s house, where the Dreamsters have gathered for our retreat. I let everyone know what has happened. Jeanne, Peter and Paul leave to see if they can bring Bonnie back to safety.

The design of Bonnie and Paul’s house is very odd. The rooms are narrow and long with half walls. The room openings connect in a back-and-forth pattern, like a maze.

The dream shifts again. Bonnie is safe, we are all back together as a group, as a family, in a different, larger house. Our biological family members are here too. I am talking to Jeanne’s 12-year-old son Michael. He has long blond hair cut in a page-boy style. His smile is lively. He is a good storyteller. He knows a lot about dreams and the realm of spirit, but is also very down-to-earth.

After I finish talking to the delightful Michael, I walk into another room that is far off the beaten path, a quiet space in the house where a handsome young father is lying on his side on a bed. He could be Jeanne or Bonnie’s son. He is nursing his small infant. I question him about his ability provide milk because I am interested in his story, even though I realize this is a dream where all is possible. His choice to nurse is indicative of his complete commitment to his family, both his child and his wife.

(Sunday, August 9, 2015)

I get up early this morning to prepare for “Yoga Church.” Heading to the kitchen to make my chai, I see a buck walking past the dining room window. This is very exciting to me: we see females quite often but it can be years between sightings of male deer.

He is a young buck, with just three or four points to his antlers. Bucks are often solitary creatures, but two smaller deer are following behind him. The two seem to be twins, and they are males as well. Their antlers have two small prongs.

According to Jamie Sams’ Medicine Cards, deer embodies unconditional love. And to the Celts, buck was the King of the Forest. The crown of antlers symbolizes consciousness reaching into the realm of spirit and magic.

British namess for buck: stag, hart.

An hour later, the young Swainson’s hawk I saw yesterday lands again in the pine tree outside the kitchen window.

(Saturday, August 8, 2015)

I am pulling weeds from cracks in the driveway, thinking of my recent dream of my grandmother. I remember roaming the wild hills on her farm as a child, intensely curious about every plant that had the resilience to thrive in the hot sand prairie. My favorite was the purple spiderwort, a diminutive version of the native plant I have in my garden. But every plant was beautiful to me, even though in those days all were considered weeds.

Suddenly, standing on the asphalt, the fresh aroma of sweet corn fills my senses. Just as quickly it passes. Is the spirit of my grandmother alerting me to her presence? Sweet corn and melons (“mushmelons” she called them) were the two crops she raised on the farm.

Claudia has shared stories of smelling perfume and sensing spirits. Until now I have not had that experience.

A little later in the day a huge young Swainson’s hawk flies past Chris and me, landing in a pine tree about thirty feet away. Hawk is a messenger from the dimension of spirit, so I felt his dramatic appearance was a confirmation that my grandmother was with me on this lovely summer afternoon.