Thursday, November 15, 2012
The cleaning frenzy continued this morning after a dream last night about living with my parents in a very cluttered house. In the dream my father was supposed to give me a lift somewhere, but kept getting distracted. I was trying to clean up, but the anonymous dream people followed me all over the three story house, messing up my neatly stacked piles almost as soon as I had organized them, mindlessly throwing pizza crusts on the floor and such. At the end of the dream I saw that my father had gone to sleep on the couch. I was looking for his car keys when I woke up. It was very frustrating.
I hadn't been awake ten minutes when I found myself pulling everything out of the bedroom closet. Everything. At the height of the frenzy, there was so much stuff on the bedroom floor I literally could not get out of the room, hence once begun, the project had to be completed.
One of the astrologers I like says eclipses function like rifts in time/space. I am intrigued by her definition, though it doesn't always feel like that during an eclipse to me. But yesterday's eclipse definitely was rift-like. By cleaning the closet today, I in some way am simultaneously cleaning up a piece of my relationship with my parents, still cluttered several decades after their deaths. At least this is how it felt to me. The storm they called Sandy also felt like a temporal shape shifter, a wormhole slowly spinning up the coast.
The closet is clean and organized. It's lovely! It makes that stupid dream worthwhile. Shalom.