The 3rd house in astrology is associated with writing, conversation, personal thoughts, day-to-day things, siblings and neighbors.
Saturday, September 18, 2004Groundhog Day again
I turned on the TV to accompany my dinner tonight (old standby: roasted onions, tomatoes, peppers and mushrooms with roasted cod filet, over penne, with a glass of sauvignon blanc) and I came across the Bill Murray movie, “Groundhog Day” – again. I really do love this movie and I find it amusing that I’ve seen it so many times, Groundhog Day over and over again. Earlier tonight I’d been thinking about and reading about breaking the repeating patterns of our lives and how we sometimes get to a point where we’re ready to break out of old ruts, and when we do it releases a new passion for life. Maybe I’m there, maybe I’m still climbing out of the rut – or maybe I’m out but still brushing the dirt off myself and blinking in the bright sunlight, unsure of where I am. But something is different.
It seems a weird time of year to bust out of the chrysalis, when it’s fall and we’re supposed to be preparing to cocoon for the winter. The squirrels around here are very active – I’ve walked right up to some that didn’t even pause in their acorn nibbling to run away but continued with their two-fisted gnawing while looking me straight in the face. Deer, too, are very active hereabouts. Last week I thought I saw a very large tan dog running down from the tennis courts behind the big house on the corner, but it was a deer making a hundred-yard dash down the recently mowed lawn, across the road in front of me, and through the break in the stone wall and the trees where I lost sight of it. My housemate saw three of them the other day standing in the middle of the road where she went to walk someone’s dog; they bounded off only after the dog started yelping and pulling at her leash. The local fauna are preparing for winter and I’m feeling like a chick that’s just pecked its head through the shell, still wearing an eggshell hat, all hungry for worms. Or maybe I’m confused and this energy is the energy for preparing the nest, alert for a nesting companion.
Well, I did spend a fair amount of time today putting away my summer clothes and digging out the fall line. I'm not quite ready for wool, but long-sleeved cotton, layers, a bit of fleece... time to put away the sleeveless tanks and flip-flops of summer living. It's in the low 50's tonight and tomorrow will be a crisp, sunny fall day. My friend Lori and I are supposed to go hiking with her chocolate Lab somewhere local. It will be mucky underfoot after all this rain from what's left of Ivan, but it'll be nice to breathe in the fresh air and get my muscles moving.
Dreams
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to hear the sounds of drenching rain – the remnants of Ivan. I remembered I left the back slider open, so I got up and shut it and went back to bed. But then, of course, I started thinking about things and then really chewing on that hard sticky wad of revisited personal history that I’d been knotting up lately in an effort to untangle it. I finally went back to sleep and I dreamed I ran into my first real boyfriend/lover from so many years ago, at a party. I was standing very close to him and I remembered how his body felt. He must have remembered mine too, because he followed me around the rest of the night, staying very close. Later I dreamed I was in the bedroom of an old house. On the inside of the heavy wooden door, the lower panel looked like it had been papered over for years. I pulled at the yellowing tape and pulled the thick layer of paper clear off. Underneath, the door had either rotted or perhaps been scratched deeply by a dog shut in too long. I pulled the last pieces of tape off and left it that way. It actually looked better than it did with the paper. Plus maybe now someone would fix it.