Handmade Wolf Goddess

I had to go back to the Leesport Market today because the handmade goddess pendants have been haunting me. I inherited so much jewelry that I sell it and haven't looked at jewelry for years. The goddesses, made by a local artist with sterling silver and bone, captivated me. There were a stag, owl, mermaid, raven, and wolf. It was difficult to choose, and she looks much bigger and more fabulous on. I just love her. They remind me of the antique baroque pearl sirens. They are very art deco. 

 

Dreams of Ancient Greece

  3/13

  I was fortunate to spend the evening in ancient Greece. My dreams began in an extensive cave system. The walls were smooth and white with little nooks. I was with a woman with long curly red locks and some others. We were eating half loaves of sweet yellow bread and waiting to meet with some man of importance. 

  Next I was visiting with a friend in her lavish villa by the sea. There were other lady visitors besides me, at least two or three. The furnishings like the chaise lounge and the walls were the same gleaming Bath stone as before, but now there were windows with long pink drapes that moved in the breeze. Our host had curly black hair and was very friendly and cheerful. She wore soft blue and white silk chiffon. She dressed us all, sharing her clothes. I wore a deep blue lace chiton with a ruby brooch at the center front holding it in place. The ruby was cut with a spray of silver behind as if it was a bud popping out from a spray of leaves. It was twice the size of a cameo. I also had a pink and blue lace diadem with another matching ruby third eye center and seed pearls dangling all around. The shoes were marvelous things, velvet clogs with pointed toes completely covered with patterns of gleaming gems. One pair that none of us wore were green with huge crimson rubies. My rubies were pink. Our generous host was pulling them all out from the bottom of her closet. Some were pink, others blue. There was perfume too that we rubbed on our wrists. In the corner to the right of the room was a shelving unit that looked like something straight out of Bedrock. There were different colored smooth stones, sort of egg shaped but longer, like elongated goose eggs, some bigger than others. There were red, pink, turquoise, blue, and green ones, and these were makeup that we applied to our eyes as shadow, cheeks as rogue, and lipsticks, but more. They were also drugs like opium that entered our bloodstream after rubbing into pulse points. There were a couple of fluffy little dogs, white and tan, who wore lavish beaded vests on their backs too. I was in love with Orpheus who wore a big white mask, twice as big as his face and had a matching smaller mask, face sized, as a glove or puppet on his hand. Otherwise we wore a beige chiton and nothing else. He was silent. We touched faces very lovingly, but he was gay, and I was devastated, hopelessly in love. This dream was so realistic I thought it was lucid all along. It couldn’t have been.

Dana's Dreams Three pg 13

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Dana's Dreams 

Dreams 11/15

 Dreamt that I worked in a big warehouse with a couple of other girls, one had short dark hair. I suspect our employers were mobsters, but they weren't Italian as far as I could tell. There was a mini bar in the place, and it didn't seem like there was a lot of work going on, mostly chit chatting. Then, another man came in, and he was doing something with a load of big stuffed animals. I was in the bin amongst them. There was a big colorful furry owl I wanted. Next, we were gathered round two Greek or Roman gods, well, one was a goddess. I'm not sure who they were, but I'm guessing Venus and Hermes, maybe Apollo. They were big as cows, Venus was bigger, very white like statues, with some golden highlights. They had big dark empty eyes, and their hair was tight little curls, not really hair at all, rather just another part of their fleshy beings. They were silent and curled on the floor in fetal position with their asses exposed. Along their asses they had several little golden teets. I was told I had to suck the honey from Hermes' ass. Another had Venus. I really didn't want to, but was more afraid of the consequences if I refused. He was softer and warmer than I expected. The honey was a bit watery.  

No Damsel

I may be distressed

but not show it,

not sure if I know how. 

It cannot help, 

not now. 

I might like to scream, 

but it won't come. 

Why would it?

Where would it 

be from?

I might want to cry

or try to shake,

but suffer, still, 

for my own sake. 

Anxious fits 

and attacks of panic

won't do any good, 

just make you frantic. 

Righteous anger, 

why is it a sin? 

That has helped

where I've been.