Years ago, many years ago, I was in a bad patch.
I dreamed one night that I was in a dark corner of my basement and surrounded by 3 women. Who were chanting over me and honoring me. Gosh that helped.
I have had many dreams since. Driving cars, rummaging in attics, rummaging in basements. Always searching and releasing fears. I dream that I am flying above the earth, that I have the ability to soar.
I dreamed of my sister speaking to me from a heavenly tree, I dreamed of the cosmos.
Gotta love dreams
The other night I had another Goddess dream.
The beginning is cloudy, some strife, some sadness, some inner struggle.
I found myself lying on a bed, in a room that was reached by stairs. A man was sitting on a chair beside the bed, telling me how wrong I was, how I had done evil things. The thing is, all I had done in my dream was heal things, I healed furniture, people. I utilized help, but apparently by utilizing help I was being a whore. Whatevs.
Beside me on the bed was a soapy humanoid figure and I was trying to put her back together, trying to add pieces and parts to heal her. All the time though, I was being berated, told about my stupid, evil, errors.
However, Goddesses soon appeared, running in one at a time. Women from books I have read, the strong heroes. They proceeded to diminish the person berating me. Saying I was wonderful, a natural healer, a great person. The end, oh my gosh I love this end. The woman from the Ghostbusters movie, the one with the women, Leslie Jones, rushed in. shouting oh no you don’t you don’t hurt my girlfriend.
I woke after that, and I am still smiling, still joyful.
In my gratitude journal I wrote immediately,
“I have learned I can heal myself. I have the power and spirit of the universe in me. I am a Goddess.”
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My sister Cheri was born a some decades ago on a stormy solstice night. My mother once told me that her middle name was Gale because she blew into the window during a snow storm. She is a storm, of goodness, and heart, and compassion. The Solstice is the perfect time for her to be born.
I have memories of May Day Macaroons, the only time our mother made them. I loved those macaroons, soft, warm and chewy from the oven. I loved their pure coconut sweetness.
tiny paper handle, filled with flowers and cookies, and hung on a friends door.
A place to visit in Jordan, MN. A wonderful shop, owned and managed by a wonderful woman, my friend Mara! 
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