Okay, so yesterday, I didn't get any work done. I'm not sure if I even tried. It was such a gloriously beautiful day around here.

Jay wound up going on my walk with me in the morning. And then that led to us walking even further and going out for a late breakfast together. Then I broke my prescription sunglasses when we were leaving the restaurant so we walked over to the shopping area where there's a Pearl Vision place, which led to us going into the grocery store b/c we are always running out of something, etc., etc. By then it was noon and we were having a dinner guest for St. Patrick's Day so when we came home, we both started cleaning the house, straightening stuff. Then it was time for me to get the food on the stove, then wash my hair, etc., etc. Then the day was pretty much gone.

I mean, I did have about 3 hours before our guest was arriving, so I could have planted my ass at my desk and gotten a little editing done. However, it also seemed like the perfect time to do a tarot reading at the dining room table instead!

It was really a magnificent reading. I could tell by just staring at it and absorbing it that something really splendid was being spelled out for me, but I also knew that to get the full meaning of it, I would have to go online to Biddy Tarot and spend a lot of time reading. I definitely didn't have time for that, with not only company coming but also with my brain repeatedly urging me to go to the refrigerator and open a bottle of Guinness already. That urging won out! But not before I made notes of the reading & set them aside for this morning.

Well, last night, I had the most amazing dream. It started with me meeting up with this woman I used to be very close with. She and I had an irreparable & ugly falling out many years ago. It is one of those partings I have always regretted but it is reality, alas. In my dream, we met up again and she forgave me. She gave me a lift in her car, she dropped my off at a bank. She basically said, "I forgive you but that's all it is. I don't want you in my life ever again." And I had to just be okay with that. Accept what was good about the situation and just get on with my life. Give her her space and let her alone. Move on.

The bank was a white, one-story building and seemed to be in a desert town somewhere. Like in an area where they have earthquakes or something so everything is just one story high. But inside the bank were these amazing rooms that actually represented the inner consciousness's of all these different women. I'm not sure I really know all the women but in my dream, I did. They were fascinating rooms. Like you could physically walk through the psyches of your friends, you know? Just fascinating. (And kind of odd that all these rooms were inside a one-story bank in a desert, right? What does that mean?)

Then I suddenly had a job, a new career there in the bank. And guess what the job was? Dolly Parton had hired me to be her personal dresser; to help her change her clothes. Is that like too awesome, or what? I was so thrilled with this job. It felt like, wow, of all the people in the world, she trusts me to be incredibly discreet. In the real world, I have always loved Dolly Parton. Well, primarily when I was growing up and she was still a Country & Western star -- she sang like an angel and her songs were so poignant and usually very uplifting. But in all sincerity, I don't think I ever had any deep-down hidden desire to see her naked. In my dream, however, it felt incredibly erotic and exciting, you know? This was going to be my job -- Dolly Parton had hired me to help her get dressed and undressed. Like, forever; a permanent position. And on top of feeling thrilled about it -- you know, I was going to get to see those tits as part of my job-- I felt really honored that she trusted me like that.

Then I opened this door to go into another room and suddenly it was my own consciousness I was stepping into and, let me tell you, it was spectacularly beautiful. There was no ceiling, just these arches that kind of criss-crosssed. They were made of that bleached white stone, like you see on those Greek islands. And through the arches you could see this magnificent blue sky; this really sunny day. A light, warm breeze was blowing. And the room was filled with beautiful blossoming flowers. I particularly remember these purple gladioli. But the room was filled with blossoms. And I felt really joyful that this was my room; my consciousness. It felt not just like spring, but like Easter; not just re-birth, but a resurrection of my soul.

It was really just a lovely dream. Forgiveness, trust, security, ecstacy, bliss, resurrection.

Then, early this morning, I came down to my office and worked more in depth on my tarot reading from last night and guess what? It basically said all the same things! Only it was actually even better, with cards like the Ace of Cups crowning me, and the ultimate outcome card being the Ten of Cups.

I think this is going to be a really good year.