Wednesday, October 02, 2002

October 2, 2002, The Mountain Top

I voice this prayer before I go to sleep: "Oh Goddess, What is the ideal way for me to earn a living (at this time)?"
I dream there are nine women in bed together, all sitting side by side in a row. Each woman has a different career/occupation/profession. I choose the one who is the artist. I dream that there is a very long mountain range and I am in the valley. It is windy in the valley and I am telling the woman, my friend, the artist, that it is even windier at the top of the mountains. I want to climb to the top of the mountain range with her but I am afraid because it is so windy up there. I acknowledge that sometimes the wind does not blow at the mountain top, but usually it does and often strongly and sometimes dangerously strong. The mountain range is infinitely long.