2nd October, 2018 Tuesday
Dreams. Last night’s batch were vivid and harrowing.
I am in a small house with many of my close relations and I express without a filter all the anger I have felt at them. I will leave that with no detail. Not a pretty thing.
Next I am on some kind of institutional campus and begin to be surrounded by the strangest creatures I have ever seen and I have some strange certainty that they might be real not just dream things. I wished for my husband who was not there but he was asleep next to me in bed. I knew this was a dream and I was truly scared. I had to wake myself up. It didn’t take too long but it was a struggle to heave out of that strange place. Once I was awake in bed surrounded by all my furry friends, I thought maybe I should go back and face them down but could not go back to sleep.
My Youngest called this morning all full of glee as she had just declared her Major. She had a time 5 years ago when big college was too much so she took some time and went to CC and found a few things which made her sing. She’s strong, that one, so strong but walks a different path than most. I love her and believe her mightiness. She went back to big college last January thinking that she would do the expected thing. She did so well her first semester back, she thought she would figure out how to do a Major like the one she wanted six years ago. This morning she declared it and designed the plan to get it done. She is so so happy there.
The lawn is strewn with early leaves and the Gorge’s sky is boastfully parading clouds whose random clusters pattern moving shadows across the hills as they march west to east. Its well and truly Fall.
My inner scape today, well, lets just say I have gathered inner clouds that have produced some rain.
As I shared them with my Husband sitting on our stoop, the Zoi danced up in back of us and slung her head over shoulders and just stood there hugging us. She is so so very sweet.
SIL left early for the Coast to measure trees in deep forests. He will be happy doing that. My Oldest has gone in search of forest here with her Corgiette. She misses doing this with SIL. They had the Wild together in Montana. Chicken Shit and Weeding are just not quite the same.
My Husband tractor mowed the fenced in pens today and Zoi found love in watching him. I find her tail to be a font of fantasies. It is a faerie’s wedding train.
She made a conquest last weekend of our friend who met her in her yard last Friday. He is an artist and he fell hard for that curly loving playful girl so much so his wife heard him waxing on to Party people who do not Dog about our Lovely Zoi. He won’t be the last.
The wind is whipping leaves and needles straight across the Field. Its song is fierce today.
Ta.
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