(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.