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(Thursday, August 22, 2024)

Yesterday I went to Wisdom Ways, on St. Kate’s campus, for a new breath-work class. It is guided by a neurologist from the Mayo Clinic who does Alzheimers research. He grew up in South Korea and was trained in the Seokum breathing technique twenty years ago. A very kind and inspiring man. At the end of our gentle workout we closed our eyes and relaxed on yoga mats for five minutes. Immediately the inside of my head was filled with a beautiful, deep blue light. Ocean blue. To me that was a message that this class is a blessing for me.

(Saturday, August 17, 2024) waxing gibbous moon Capricorn / tarot six of wands

An early morning dream, about 6 am. My memory of the very beginning seems vague. Maybe I enter the dream from the dark void. I am walking down a tunnel with no images at first. As I continue to walk I connect to a large hotel. I have been staying here for a while, and now it is time to move on. I’m ready to take a shower in one of the cluttered communal bathrooms (looking for shampoo and soap) but there are interruptions. I spend time gathering scattered toys, mostly in the hallways, from a group of little people, family members. I want to make sure nothing is lost for them. I am also being pulled into a conversation with a young man in his twenties with blond curly hair and glasses. He is excited to express his views to me. High energy and enthusiasm. He doesn’t listen, though: he goes on and on and on. It is too distracting for me. I tell him I need to take a shower, and that I enjoy political discussions but not with the right-wing viewpoint.

Bonnie has contacted me in the hotel when I am multitasking with children and Mr. Chat. Because I have so much going on, I don’t quite understood her initial offer to me. She has a legal document in her hands and tells me she is donating about $3,000 to me every month. I don’t remember the precise numbers, although I see them on the colored sheet of paper. Because of my distractions, I ask her questions. My memory is that she is donating money to migrants. No. She explains it to me again and I feel this is a huge financial blessing.

Day notes:

Elements of this dream echo my concern for my grandkids as Cullan and Hillary are separated at the moment. Hopefully they sort it all out in a meeting scheduled for tomorrow. The story about the child sexual predator from their daycare was on the news again last night. I did not recognize the arrested teacher.

The young man reminds me of the Dreamsters conversation with Pat on Monday night, although I did not join so have no idea how it went.

I have anxiety about the huge hack reported this week to everyone’s Social Security numbers, although I did freeze our credit data accounts a couple of years ago. $2,980 is my monthly retirement payment and I never know exactly when it will be deposited in my bank account. Today would be nice. It is recommended to wait to take money from my 401k until age 73 (five more years), so my budget is frustratingly tight.

(Wednesday, August 14, 2024) waxing gibbous moon Sagittarius / tarot Hierophant

Last night I dream I have a giant old house with very tall ceilings. The only work that needs to be done is color: I am painting, painting, painting. I mention to some one that the rooms will be done in three years. So much more to go, but the results make me happy. The hard work doesn’t affect my energy. I am strong. My skills get better and better.

I finish a room, choosing two related colors, light blue and light green (the actual plan for my upstairs bedroom). Chris says he prefers grey. I take a break and walk outside, along a long, narrow sidewalk that is next to the side of the house. The concrete is original. Even the simple bushes and flowers seem like they are unchanged from past decades.

Day notes:

I finished the downstairs bedroom last week and it is beautiful. Chris and I are very pleased. Tremendous work: three coats on the ceiling, doors, baseboards and windows. Two coats on the sky-blue walls. Spray-painted copper on all of the window hinges, locks and pulls. New solar shades, bedspread, pillows and a new ceiling light/fan. Early this week I started prepping the dining room, which will be a much easier project.

The big house in the dream reminds me of the message I sent a distant relative via Ancestry. I mentioned the huge, fancy house my great-grandparents owned in Worthington, where my grandmother Helen was born. It was torn down years ago and turned into a parking lot near a commercial building.