Daily Notes- November 27

                                      

I call this tin rabbit "It Wasn't Me".   He's on the table where I put things I am not ready to give to Goodwill but not really ready to pack into a box either.  Packed in a box means keeping it.  And thinking about my son unpacking the box after I am gone and saying "what the hell?".  Perhaps he'll just get rid of the boxes and not open them???  It Wasn't Me.

I had a "waking dream" this morning.  Not fast asleep but not yet opening my eyes and being awake.  G was being examined by a doctor who was being rude and unkind- I was about to stand and protect  but before I could ---a stylized version of Riley flew through the wall and toward the doctor.  Above the floor.  Long legs, lovely body, large head.  Beautiful. Almost like a ancient cave painting come to life.  Protecting.

I told G what I had seen.  Because I had felt that I would see Riley again (in his new form) and was anticipating the event.  And now I had.  Flying in to protect G.  

Now the two of us have all three of our protectors.  The Dog.  The Warrior Woman.  The Monk.

And I think It Wasn't Me will go into the bookcase after it gets painted in January.  Staying.... not going or being packed away.