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(Wednesday, November 26, 2014) Moon: waxing crescent 25% Aquarius / Tarot: three of wands reversed

When I was in Santa Fe in September I visited the Tower Gallery in Nambe, run by the sculptor Roxanne Swentzell from the Santa Clara pueblo. I signed up for the gallery’s email list but hadn’t received any messages. So on Friday I contacted them and asked about the February clay workshop Roxanne teaches each year.

I received an immediate reply from a woman named Cindy. The workshop is February 16–20. Cindy said she will be sending information out soon.

On Tuesday afternoon I showed Chris Roxanne’s website. He loved her sculptures. I have always been drawn to the humor and strength of her work.

Tonight Chris and I were watching the PBS Newshour. They ran a segment about the fires and floods that have destroyed a canyon sacred to the people of the Santa Clara pueblo. The first person they interviewed was Roxanne Swentzell! She was filmed working on her seed bank, a collection of seeds native to the area that she hopes to plant in the burned out forests and washed out stream beds.

One of the past life visions that I had during my visit with Sabine was of a very young girl from the Santa Clara pueblo.

Day notes:

It seems doubtful this workshop fits within my budget but I know it is important to pay attention to these “external” messages.

(Wednesday, November 26, 2014) Moon: waxing crescent 25% Aquarius / Tarot: three of wands reversed

I’m surrounded by many souls in a rambling, one-story red brick building. It has the feeling of the riverfront by the Stone Arch Bridge: a warehouse space full of colorful places to eat and shop and gather.

I’m wearing a gauzy black dress with a hem to my ankles. The skirt is full and flouncy. I run happily from corner to corner in the huge building. The dress flows and swirls about my lithe and fit body like translucent black winds, like clouds. I run and run without any shortness of breath or fatigue.

In one room I dance past Angela. In another room I experience the energetic body of Chris. He has made the transition from the physical to the spiritual plane. I am very curious about how that feels. His astral body floats a foot or so off the floor, and is a blueish grey color.

In another large hall I see my grandmother seated Indian-style on the floor. I haven’t seen her, even in my dreams, for many years. She asks me a question that we both know I can answer, but before I’m able to reply she tells a bawdy one-liner. I don’t remember the joke when I wake up.

Day notes:

I have this dream that includes my Indian grandmother the same day that I see Roxanne Swentzell on the news.

Another dream of “Angela.” The angelic realm? Roxanne has the same large, dark doe eyes as the two Angelas who are my coworkers in waking life. This dream character seems to be Angela Swenson. Angela Swenson ran her first marathon this fall. Swenson/Swentzell.

I don’t have any grief about Chris and his transition in this dream. I just want to explore and understand the physics and energetics of that other dimension.

This dream has characteristics of Rubedo: celebratory gathering, beautiful colors, red bricks, black light, appearance of the crone or earth mother.

This environment is nearly identical to that of the dream “Pool of Still Water” (red brick buildings and streets) except that this dream has a river running through it. Running water! Was that part of my grandmother’s joke?

I am making some updates to this page (on Friday) when there is a knock at the front door. It’s a city worker. A water main has broken and there is water flowing down the street. “Burst water vein,” says Chris.

(Sunday, November 23, 2014) Moon: new (2.6%) in Sagittarius / Tarot: seven of swords reversed

I have a very long, detailed dream about my coworkers. At the end of the dream, I walk out into the parking lot of a building where we have been meeting. It is winter. Two men stand next to their car. I walk past them. One says to the other, “She is off on her solo journey.” I step over a short snowbank into an enveloping blizzard. I am surrounded by snow, by white-out conditions. But I am not afraid. The snow is warm and moisturizing when it touches my skin, and the air is wonderfully refreshing in my lungs.