TheDreamstersUnion

(Tuesday, June 24, 2025) new moon Gemini / tarot Sun / oracle Deep Listening

I dream I am working on a very tall, vertical ladder made of sweetgrass, woven on a black iron frame. The steps look like braided baskets. Many people have joined this interior space with me. I finish by coloring each side of the ladder a slightly different hue, perhaps light grey and white. The pigments are not paint, but dye.

I am ready to climb. I make a small joke about being Canadian, like Garrison Keeler kidded us years ago, saying people from Minnesota are Canadians. The ladder’s straw is petite, but I can still step up safely without bending or twisting the sweetgrass.

Daynotes:

I am reminded of Georgia O’Keefe’s painting “Ladder to the Moon.”

I went grocery shopping at Lakewinds today (senior day) and saw the book “Braiding Sweetgrass.”

This morning my father told my brother he will be passing soon. The word “dye” reminds me of “die.”

I had a conversation with Cullan on Sunday. He is reading a book about caregiving for loved ones with dementia. He wants to make sure we travel to Ireland next year, and other trips. I told him how friendly the Canadians were when I visited Vancouver with Bonnie and Jeanne.

Yesterday morning I pulled the Hermit card. In the afternoon I attended a memorial at MCAD for Elizabeth Erickson, former professor and one of the founders of W.A.R.M. My friend Denisea was Elizabeth’s student years ago, and in the nineties I took a week-long class from her at the Grand Marais Art Colony (with Denisea). One of the catalogs at her memorial included a painting of Elizabeth’s called “The Hermit.”

And, unbelievably, Susan Armington was there too. We sat together and she asked me if I was looking to join a dream group. I said “yes, yes, yes.” For a long time I have wanted to be a member of more than one dream group. I still join The Dreamsters but I quit Victoria’s Zoom weekend group because that is my grandma-time. To see Susan again felt like an experience from a completely different realm.

Elizabeth’s ceremony was the most beautiful I will ever experience in my life. I am sure of that. When Denisea and I took her class together we sat back-to-back but always painted the exact same images. Clairvoyance. Elizabeth was a poet, a painter, a guide and a true mystic. She died of vascular dementia at the age of 82, after surviving thyroid and breast cancer decades ago. I found out she lived on Emerson Avenue and 33rd Street: Emerson’s name comes up over and over again for me. Transcendentalism.

I dreamt of Elizabeth’s memorial this morning. The prescient tarot card might be related to the tarot card reading Denisea is giving me on July 7. This seems to be a clue that Denisea’s reading will be accurate.

(Thursday, June 19, wedding anniversary)

This morning I dreamt of my dementia but I don’t recall the details. Later today I received results from the Mayo about the genome test I took. No genetic cause. That is good news since I worried Cullan and my grandkids could be susceptible.