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(Wednesday, July 22, 2015)

I drew the Lovers card, reversed, in my morning meditation on Wednesday and felt it had to do with Chris.

When I got home from work, Chris ran over to Davanni’s to get a calzone for himself. I was busy on my computer, finishing up a freelance design job for my friend Suchi, when I looked out the front door. Lola was frozen in a posture I have never seen before. She seemed fearful yet did not run away, which is her usual M.O., but instead focused her gaze intently on the front stairs.

I opened the door and walked outside. Lola didn’t move or look in my direction. I took a few steps and saw Chris lying on the stone stairs, his head covered in blood. I called 911. When the ambulance arrived, they took him to Methodist for a CT scan and some stitches.

I followed in my car. When I got to the hospital, they directed me to room 17, which is the exact room I was in on Wednesday, July 8. On Tuesday, July 7, I had another fainting spell with abdominal pain. My doctor thought I was experiencing cardiac arrest, so I had multiple tests the next day at Methodist, the outcome of which was a clean bill of health. Chris’ CT scan was normal as well.

Friday morning I had a long dream, most of which has disappeared. I remember playing on a large field, the size of a soccer field, with my coworker Bill, his five children and a few dozen more kids. Everyone having fun. We took a break, left the field, and when we returned there was a giant evergreen tree in the middle of the grassy playground. A conifer the size of a redwood.

(Saturday, July 25, 2015) Moon: waxing gibbous Scorpio / Tarot: Chariot reversed

First of two dreams.

Chris, Cullan and I have just moved to our palatial new residence: like an ancestral home of the English nobility.

I dive in, with great enthusiasm, to the massive task of redecorating. I don’t seem to have any concept of the size of the house (hundreds of rooms on multiple levels) and I assume I can manage it all on my own. The structure has the appearance of many decades or even centuries of abandonment. Has it been waiting for my arrival? My awakening to its presence?

My first design idea is to paint the walls grey and the wood trim white. But as I start to inspect the carved wood that covers columns, fireplaces, doors and walls, I see that the wood is beautiful golden oak from ancient forests. It would be a crime to cover it with paint. Instead, I decide to gild the walls with rich, metallic copper, a perfect complement to the oak.

After working feverishly and enthusiastically for a long time, a sense of overwhelming begins to creep in. I take a break and walk outside. Chris and Cullan are sitting on two large stones. Cullan makes a negative comment about Chris’ and my love-life, in the tone of a sulking ten-year-old, the age he was when Chris and I met. I ignore him. I am too happy about the house to be influenced by his mood.

When I go back inside, I enter a completely different area of the estate. Every inch, every corner, is covered in white paint or white stone. Calming, pristine. I love it!

Day notes:

I spent 6 hours today in my neglected garden beds. The size of this property is so often overwhelming to me, since there are only a few tasks that Chris can manage. The bulk of the work is mine. Still, I’m happy when it’s done.