(Saturday, August 28, 2021) moon third quarter Taurus / tarot nine of wands
Finally I have a vivid dream!
I’ve moved to an elaborate old row house in the city, three stories tall. The design is Edwardian or Queen Anne, full of ornate carved pieces of painted wood and curly wrought iron. I can’t even keep up with all of the beautiful, baroque structural elements with my mind’s eye.
A nearly-twin row house is on the right side of my house. To the left is a cylindrical building with a domed roof that reminds me of the Washburn Tower near my waking house. The dream tower is not as tall as the narrow, elevated row houses.
There are no other buildings in the dream, just these three, even though the dream takes place in a city. The dream message seems to be to focus on these three structures. Nothing else matters.
The city is nature-inspired. The soils are fertile and black. It’s almost like the houses have grown from the raw earth, like trees.
My sister Jo and her husband Timm are visiting me shortly after my move. Jo and I decide to go on a very long walk through a green countryside with no trees or buildings. After many miles we end up on the edge of a deep valley, leaning against a grassy, protective berm. I guess I am too curious about what is at the base of the valley, because I start to topple over the edge. I beg for my sister to help me, and she is able to pull me back from the brink.
As we stand together, relieved, the ground beneath our feet starts to shake. I say, “We are in California. This is an earthquake. We need to run!” We dash, full of fear, but arrive safely at my row house.
I feel overwhelmed by the work my old house needs. I discuss this with Jo and Timm. The neighbors at my twin house are wealthier and have more resources for repairs and upgrades. They are a couple of Asian heritage and are constructing a new garden in their backyard. My tiny front yard is coated with rows of wool or cotton, like a soft rug. Carpet. I caress it with my palms. Jo and Timm are here to reassure me that the house and I will be fine. I don’t need to worry. But in one part of the dream I am sobbing with terrible pain: I miss my former house that was simple and connected to wild nature. I miss my partner who has passed away.
Day notes:
Before I had this dream I emailed Victoria and told her Santa Fe is my “home-away-from-home.” Santa Fe and San Francisco are both named after Saint Francis (the original Spanish name for Santa Fe was Villa Real de la Santa Fe de San Francisco de Asis). St. Francis of Assisi is the patron saint of ecology and animals. Today on my walk back from Washburn Tower and Lake Harriet I passed by the house with a life-size wooden sculpture of Saint Francis.
Our next-door neighbors at 26 Rustic Lodge do have a twin house and make substantially more money than we do. They have different last names that seem to be Italian, not Asian. Our backyard is the one that is being redone, not theirs. In fact our landscaper called today and is going to finish planting after Labor Day.
The combination of drought and heavy rain have caused some sinkholes in Minnesota. Limestone contributes to sinkholes. Our basement is made from limestone. There is a tiny scene in the dream of white basement walls.
I visited both Bonnie and Paul, then Jo and Timm when I went up north last weekend. Both were very necessary, healing experiences, but Jodell did share some family stories that made me feel tremendous pain.
I had a tarot reading with Marlene yesterday. She said Chris is having a temporary boost of mood and health because of our move but he will begin to decline. She did not give me a timeframe but implied that death is not too far away. I did not tell her about my dreams of his passing.
September 14: Today a truck arrived for our backyard landscaping: “Glacial Ridge: Restoring the Native Prairie One Backyard at a Time.” This reminds me of the berm.