Can't believe it's been about 2 months since I last blogged, but I suppose it has been a busy time. I've been wrapping up my book Magic Medicine and am almost! finished and ready to self publish.
In the meantime, I've been having some very astonishing dreams and hope you don't mind if I use this blog to write them down. I suppose I might start a dream journal, but I already have SO MANY different journals and projects going, I like to be able to combine them when I can...
So... last night I dreamed I was on a woman's houseboat up the mountain from where I live. Larry was there too. I was out on the porce with the woman (I have no clue who she was), and she was fixing something for us - I can't remember what. Something woven or sewn? I remember her using her hands carefully. I looked out from the top of the mountain, and could see a lake off to the right, and what looked like the Hudson River spread out directly west. But it turned out it was just the roads, slick with rain, that looked like water. A moment of magic, and then gone.
But the house was surrounded by swirling water, and the front porch was a little scary. A sudden thud... something fell off the porch into the waters. It was only a bundle of magazines. But it looked like a gift.
When I went back inside, there was a man there who hadn't been there before. The woman stayed on the porch a while longer, finishing up whatever it was she was fixing.
I went into the bathroom, where Larry was showering and that's all I remember of that little dream.
As I'm writing, I think of my Aunt Sherrell and Uncle Bob's house on a lake in New Jersey. A place we went when we were kids. It was pretty magical. I remember sleeping lofts and hidden cozy corners. And lots of dead fish in the lake after a rain. Also eels which were terrifying. And sunnies - jumping sun fish!
The next dream was I think a remix of yesterday's news: Anna Nicole Smith died. I was on a beach somewhere. Australia? Hawaii? And walking with two girls, one of whom was pregnant. They were doing some kind of drugs. And asked about ticks when we walked through some tall grass. The one who was pregnant was boasting that she was 37 but looked like 31. I later found out she died. Not such a magical dream, just an odd bit of one.
And of course there were others, that are now lost to my conscious mind.
I really could have slept all day today, and would have been happy drifting in and out of dream and consciousness.
But I've got a half day of work at Aveda today, and tonight is the annual black belt dinner for our karate school. Tomorrow, we've got to take Simon the cat to the vet and learn how to give him sub Q fluids because he's in kidney failure.
More about all of this -- or none of it -- in a future post.
Stay tuned.
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