7th July, 2019 Sunday
Well Dream Kite flew low enough for me to take what seemed the all night ride. Rare that. Wake from one scene to pee and usually the next story world that appears is not related, Last night I was solely in one story. We, my husband and I were in some coastal town that fit us nicely and had found a house with land around it we could have made home nicely. We had negotiated a purchase so nicely with the owner/occupants that they and us were figuring how we could move in while they were still there until they found another home. The wife whose belongings sparsely occupied the small space was reluctant to move and her husband thought they would be out in a week. I had not seen the inside of the house before I was about to buy it. As I investigated the strange layout of rooms, mostly windowless with good cupboard space, I began to notice lack of dining room space, lack of extra bedrooms. The yard although partially fenced had dirt pack inside fencing and lawn where I would put more fence. I had compassion for her distress at leaving her beloved home. I expressed my concern that we would not be able to fit my beloved furniture in her space unless she removed her beloved furniture. Husband and I spoke quietly about how we might accomodate them through their transition. That was the first round.
I woke and needed to pee which I did and when I lay back down, I was so intrigued with this last story world, I consciously thought I wanted to go back into it to find out more. Sleep veil wafted in and lo and behold that same story world opened up. This time, though, dream kite flew too high for me to hold more than I had landed in it but what happened in that chapter I cannot tell you other than a scene of driving a coastal road with many buildings on both sides but the ribbon of beach and endless sea peaked in between buildings as we drove. I woke with the name Coos Bay in my brain although I am suspicious that is not quite right,
Our early summer has been cool, sweetly cool and sunny with a sky dribbling a cloud river above our Gorge. Weeks ago as I was unusually inspired to address the jungle of our untended garden late on a Saturday afternoon, the wind eddies birthed the thought that I now exist in a very active air river. The Native People used the wind to cure the blessings of the Columbia as they had long ago learned to ride the blessings both Rivers yielded. That the Water River sent them the endless stream of Salmon fish. The Wind River dried their harvest, their survival for the Cold and Dark time.
Big trees then, here. Their name for this place was Land of Big Trees.
Then we came. Took the trees. Took the land, Damned the River, And now harness the Wind River to sport on the Water River.
You could say we are also using the River Sisters, Wind and Water, to offer sustenance for us but I think its not the same.
Ya, some Darker Angels came here too. And they are still here.
Puppy Justice, SheWhoIsNotADog, at five months old is driving me a little nuts. Little spoiled me as she came with no hard puppy edges needing to be smoothed. Puppy Justice is a Dachshund, the wiry kind and with size. She is smart and loaded with a sense of fun which does include some things I would rather she not. Oh she likes the Poo, oh yes she does. When I do the Poo Sweep in the yard I can count on her poo divining tongue to find the most delicious pile I need to sweep before she snacks. Oy.
Little and the Puppy Justice are so sweetly sisters. Little has a sense of play so focused on continuance she will adapt her strength so Puppy Justice can hang on. It is such a fine thing to see. I think the two should be Little, stalked legged and graceful as she is. Puppy Justice is Big from here on out. Although sawed off and undersized for her class, she is truly Large within our Pack.
So Big and Little are eachother’s Sisters From Another Mother. Big responds so beautifully when I engage her with command. Little spoiled me, though as Sighthounds do. Their magic is they know, they just know without command what it is your heart needs them to do. Big is a Scenting Hound with Terrier flavoring thrown in. She is a Hunter’s greatest tool as her nose will find what the Hunt requires Her heart is Hunter’s through and through but her head wants to do what it wants to do.
I am so glad she minds me when I ask. But I do not like having to ask her all the time. I am wanting her to know.
But as I type and ponder my discomfort round her Bigness, I know that time will seep her with my flow and her Great Big Heart which is so deeply mine will guide her head to choose what she will grow to know.
So the Astrology, if any are curious or still reading. Haven’t looked for quite a few weeks which I will attribute to Big’s arrival early April at the ripe old age of 8 weeks. But that tale is for another time.
We have a cluster in the chart, there are three. Saturn in its home Sign of the Goat is up close to Pluto also Goated with the South Node in between. The Goat is known as Capricorn. This hefty cluster is about heaving out all of that which we have previously ignored or pretended didn’t matter or shoved in our closet of the Darker Self. Saturn is the great and glorious purger, holding to account all that we should hold secure. Pluto is the deep dark hidden pool, our underworld. South Node is where we have been before, the path behind us.
This triptych in the sky is quite literally what is playing on our Global Stage. I know in my small home world it too is hitting hard but thats my secret. Know I know what I should know about all that.
But what I see in this Triad cluster is a message from that which may be beyond if you choose to see that far. Far enough if you do not. I tend to look and turn away a lot so I get the Ostrich urge.
The missive is that we have opportunity to heave our shit out of the Dark. Well, shit, we already get that part but where’s the Hope? The Hope is right across today as North Node, always opposite to South, and the door to moving forward and away from where we are. For the next five months unto the day, the Nodes are singing with the sweepers of our Dark to offer us the way to scale that wall of Better Angels.
I guess I would say do not respond to challenge in that same old way that has kept that Closet of our Dark secure. Its not no more. Its opened coming out to swirl among us as we all can see and feel and fear. Its time to change how we respond to old.
We need to use the Grotesque we abhore to grow beyond are careful edges, where we have lived before.
I guess I need to stop now.
Blessings out to all of us.
Tea is Black, Creamed and Honeyed.
Ta.
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