Small Synchronicities

(Tuesday, July 22, 2025) tarot High Priestess

A few days ago I had a dream where I was visited by my grandparents (Lenora and Ellsworth). That felt sweet. It was good to “see” them. Our family reunion is coming up next month.

I am getting ready to write the story inspired by my Edie dream (and a few others). I was driving home from acupuncture today and thought about Louise Erdrich’s store Birchbark Books and Native Arts. There appears to be no relation between “Edie” and “Erdrich” but they made me think of each other. Louise says the German name Erdrich means “rich earth.” Some sources (not all) say the Old English name Edie/Edith means “rich gift.” Rich gift reminds me of the nine of pentacles card Denisea drew for my writing question. In my fairytale, I will probably also include elements of the dream “Cloister And Trumpet Hats.” Yesterday when I walked home from my therapy session I saw beautiful yellow trumpet flowers at Wise Acre restaurant.

I am paying more attention to little synchronicities that show up. Noticing them and honoring them help to create more of them.

Wednesday, July 23 synchronicity: This morning I went to Lakewinds to buy a card for my friend Denisea, who is having her second hip surgery on Monday. When I got home and opened the card to write her a blessing, I noticed that the photo on the cover was Jim Brandenburg’s. We viewed many of his artworks together in Grand Marais. Wikipedia says he died this year. After I bought the card, I stopped at Washburn Library and picked up my on-hold book called “A Matter of Death and Life” by Irvin and Marilyn Yalom.

7/11/25 Gaslighting

I am at the cabin with Dan and Chris. I just went out in the pontoon. I also used another motorized vehicle that is an auxiliary. I go into the cabin and start washing the floor. I look out the window and see both the pontoon and the other vehicle floating away. It is a breezy day. I am on the phone with someone and abruptly say, “I have to go!” I he yell for Dan. He doesn’t hear me.

Now I see that the pontoon is brought back but put at the dock on the left and not on the right where it belongs. I get dressed into my bathing suit, a covering and my rubber shoes (ones I have been wearing in w.l.) I go to the dock. It is a young family that brought the pontoon back. There is a father, a mother and a couple of young kids. There is also one of the couple’s mother. I look at the pontoon and realize it is not the right one! It is basically an open body, not like the “Palm Beach”. (the pontoon at the Wisconsin cabin). The couple argue with me and act like I am wrong. The mother of one of the couple just stands off to the side. I say I will call the police. I start to go.

The scene changes. I am now in a boat on the water. There are all these buildings built on the shore. I am lost.

Is this about Kevin and Antonia? I feel like that is part of what has been happening in the past. I had started to wonder if what I know/feel is correct.

7/10/25 Snobby Man

There is a wealthy man who is with a young woman assistant. He lives in a penthouse. I am there. The man has a dog he bought from Sweden. The has some husky in him. At first he is on a chain and is not friendly. He is taken off the chain and then becomes friendly.

I have to tell this man the photos didn’t turn out. I have not done so yet. The man is very snobby. I am with someone. It could be Paul. We are to leave. I am missing a part of the book I am reading and I look for it. I tell the man and his assistant about it. (don’t know if I do find it).

The man’s friends come to visit. I go to the bathroom and lock the door.

I think the snobby man may represent my inner critic. I just listened to This Jungian LIfe about the inner critic. I have been very down on myself about messing up the group and family photos over the 4th of July. I got help from Wendell, a teacher I have from the photos club in AZ. He tried to find out what happened. He is stumped. If all the photos had the green florescent outlines that would be one thing, but half were fine. He did say that it wasn’t my fault, whatever. That helped me feel better. I then wrote to my sibs and explained everything. It was interesting how critical I was about the photos.

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