A decision to camp out in the First Landing State Park under pine trees and to sleep on that lovely crystal sand was decided on some months ago.  The bugs were many and varied and they tried to eat us early and late. The pine roots poked into our old back bones, until we got a new blow up mattress. The temperature rose, as the week went on and we made use of ice, cold water showers, the breeze, the bay and ocean to cool us off. 

I was scheduled for a zoom yoga class three mornings at 5.00 am and this got me to the bay beach well before sun-up. There were clear skies and beautiful sunrises every day as well as a waxing moon.

All the while, we were at the beach we, as a family, were waiting for the arrival of a new baby grand niece. We saw the photos of the baby inside in the mother’s womb and the baby looked like a girl to me. We all looked forward to the new arrival. 

The mother-to-be showed us photos of her and her husband at the arboretum in Harrisonburg and the photo of the pond showed something in the water that looked just like an umbilical cord. That happened a few days before the birth. On the last early morning at the beach I looked up at sunrise and the sun caught the side of a cloud and again made an umbilical cord string shape, back and forth, in the sky. I felt it was connected to the birth and the light in the string was an indication to me of a birth soon, an in-coming new soul into this earth. 

We were camped at that part of the campground that was near the Fort Story base. We heard the taps each morning and on Friday morning heard the music associated with the navy, army and marines. I love that band music that fills the air. A woman toting binoculars asked me if I had seen the coyote on the beach. I had not. She said that a family of coyote/wolves lived on the base and all of them “sang”with the band. I was not able to distinguish that howling, as separate from the band. 

There was a long wooden built pathway from the campground to the beach. If you sat on one of the seats in the alcoves along the way, you could feel the vibration in your seat, as soon as someone started walking on the boards, even if they were far away from you.  When I felt such a vibration, as I put on my shoes, after being on the beach, I expected to see someone.

I looked up to see two young people, carrying a baby. Both were tall good looking people. We stopped to talk a little. The baby stared unsmiling at me but when I cooed at him, he half smiled. He was five months old. His name was Atlas.

I had just seen the “umbilical cord” in the sky and I told them about my niece having a baby. The young man carrying his baby said it was “a sign.” I agreed wholeheartedly. We laughed and the baby, who was faced outwards, reached little hands toward me and I dutifully put my head into those baby arms. I was filled with such happiness and felt blessed and blessed the baby and his family. My niece’s baby arrived safely soon after that.

I painted a little at the beach and hope to paint more. I went to dream group before I left for the beach and painted the five participants. I was a bit preoccupied with the drawing and missed the source of great laughter at one point. I joined in to get the benefits of the glee, as I paid more attention. The way the dream read sounded a little “risky.” They enjoyed seeing the painting emerge without wanting to know, who was who, and I was glad of that. One participant said “You are my people.”

I love my dream groups, whether I am one of the participants or whether I am leading the group. I loved an impromptu group with four mid twenty year olds who are facing relationship decisions. Their support for each other was great to see. I also loved the dream group, where there were at least two octogenarians present. Very rich connection comes of such dream sharing. 

Finally I was early for church one morning and I walked by Silver Lake in Dayton. I am rehabilitating my knees and legs to take longer and better steps. I met two women, I knew.  One works with dreams also and the other attended my JMU Life Long Learning dream class that I taught in 2023. I asked for a dream and both gave me one. This makes my day.

Sometimes President Trump makes his way into dreams and I have this idea that he takes the projection of the dreamer that is inside them, relating to a difficult father. The image from the dream was of seven maidens, dressed in burkas, riding bikes, on their way to kill President T. with special cigarettes that would render T. and all those around him comatose or worse. There was more…. 

I am so amazed with the complexity of the images, which brings up the seven maidens, intent on mischief. When she went back to her bed, (still in the dream),)she knew that she would go to sleep again and remember nothing. It is the stuff that dreams are made of, alluding to father issues.

I will sign off for now hoping you have a lovely July. I intend to find water colors to dabble in and real water to swim in, not too shallow in both cases. You can pray for a helpful vibe to come through me in this my dreamwork. Some day it may benefit you when you bring me a dream. I will be waiting.

Love from Rose Marie, Dream Interpreter/Spiritual Mentor/ Counsellor

Masters of Arts in Counseling. Licensed Professional Counsellor since 2004. Also MARI(Trained as Teacher in Mandalas Assessment Research Instrument)Instructor. Blogger since 2011.