23 October, 2019 Monday
Well Dream Kite has been very vivid for several nights. But alas, the images and story lines are scattered just out of reach. There is an image which hangs low enough as it was a shock to find it in my scenes. Snakes abounding in my house. All kinds and sizes. I found picking up the little ones easy and tossing them away was not a problem but why they are there, I know not, in that dream sequence the thread of which dropped along my scattered sleep.
Sleep is scattered these days. Those of you who read these posts before and care about the streams they speak, might remember I was querying whether or not to change the stage of this home with paint and other things. Well, after some stewing and pondering and just plain abject disgust, I finally found the scheme.
A trip to Coast up here in PNW shed the light on color pallette for this scape. And a sudden trip to a floor store on the way to find the paint, opened up the realm of laminates. So swift as the beat of wings, the right man to paint my home and the crew to cover the myriad of floors landed long enough to bid and off I wandered into where is that money. It appeared and the chaos in mid August began.
Managing the pack, one of which seasoned in this time, while rooms and floors and contents had to spew has been a time of challenging my puzzling mind to smooth the way for all including me.
I reached for lovely wine every night to settle my overloaded brain which of course left me wakeful in the wee dark of night. Audible books lifted me in and out of doze. And another morning scramble to get the pack ready to be safe as crew invaded with saws and fumes and bangs and trash and all the ways Remodel Hell makes the end devoutly to be wished.
In the midst of this, Husband took on the task of helping those he loves with moving stuff which involved loading a U-Haul with two ninety plus yeared men who although were some kind of help, their wabbles required Husband’s catch and his right knee already taxed gave up resist of artificial joint. He came home after 1200 miles a gimp who really needs to have a knee not of his bone.
I also have to write it here the tale of the marvelous RBG Justice, wire dachshund of profound presence. As the summer ran, I was more and more aware that as she grew into her true remarkable soul that she was way too much for my Elder Keystone Dachs. And that the pack of Elder Sighthounds although she charmed The Zoi, were just too disturbed with all her smart wonderful antics. My Home’s Peace only descended when she slept deep.
For three months I fought the feeling that her wonderful self was not meant for us; That she, although embedded in my heart, was not meant for us. She was someone else’s perfect child.
So very tearily I released her mighty heart back to her loving Breeder about three weeks ago.
I miss her sure.
My pack and Elder Keystone Dachs do not.
I light my rose quartz block everyday. Mighty Justice RBG is on the floating list of those souls in need of Light. For Sweet Justice RBG I wish her Forever Hearted Human find her swiftly. She will bring that Heart such Joy.
There are many others on my Candle’s List. Those of you I speak or write to who I know directly are in strife or struggle of one kind or another are on my List and I have most likely told you so. And then there are those I read on Facebook or Instagram and never comment but do make note Light to you might just ease your path. You too are on my List.
And if you read this and I know you not and have no access to how you feel or what you fight, know I send Light in that small Rose Quartz Block every morning from my kitchen shelf out along the Mighty Gorge’s Wind to swirl across our Globe to you and yours also. Its the Little I can do for all of us.
I share today these images of my Lot. My trees are trumpeting their final fronds’ adornments’ pallette shifting from their summer’s green to the magnificent colored requiem Fall decrees before she ruthlessly requires these brilliant frothy tresses loose, drop, fade and drift away as another season’s page turns. I wondered toady how many more of these bright weeks I will see with these aging eyes.
I raked today. And thought of Papa and the way his sweaters smelled on the days we raked the leaves together when I was small and he was big and strong and my unassuming, undemanding harbor. I had the feeling he was near. Grinning while he says, “Now hold your tongue right.”
If you are feeling rattled at the moment, you are not alone, The Sun is in Scorpio which means your darkest corners are wanting Light, they want you to own your Truth mostly the ones you wish would go away. That Scorpionic Sun is shining Opposite Uranus sitting in the Sign of Taurus. Holy Shit. That Planet of complete and utter Revolution and Disruption moving back and forth and retrograde is want to do is in the House of The Bull who wants to sit submerged in Comfort. It is a mistake to think Taurus is about aggression. That Bull only moves when something threatens his Endless Sun and Grass in His Endless Pasture noone and nothing has a right to but that Self Same Bull. Tauri have such trouble sharing because they so easily feel assaulted. So let’s put that Volcanizing Quaking Planet smack in that Sign and Voila, we have Trump’s Impeachment looming as he devolves in irrational tweets which shake the frail politics of World Powers. And all of us are experiencing personal quakings which rattle and shake and for some of us shatter frail comforts.
Mu husband needs a knee replacement and is walking through preliminary treatment filters before they redesign and implant alien shit into that gorgeous tree trunk of a leg I hate to admit to my friggin independent self I need to be okay and whole and not a problem a full year from now.
Wish us Luck. Love to All,
PS. I just let Zoi in and in our greeting hug she is scented of that Papa Smell I wrote about. Indeed, he kissed us all today in our leaves.
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