OFF THE SHELF... an update

Completed reads from my annual list to date :
1. The Accidental – Ali Smith
2. The Mistress of Spices - Chitra Divakaruni
3. Dance - Haruki Murakami
4. Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger

Still on the original shelf :
1. Wind up Bird Chronicle - Haruki Murakami
2. Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman - Haruki Murakami
3. PJ Harvey :Siren Rising - James R. Blandford

Addition - a read in progress :
1. Nightwood - Djuna Barnes

L.O.L. : I'm an old solitary cat lady...

You are The Hermit

Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.

The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.

The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.

The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.

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A WEIRD DREAM

I seldom remember my dreams these days, so when I woke this morning with the vivid visual of a dream I had just been having, it was a peculiar experience. The dream itself was offbeat too – not anything that feels like me….. Any dream interpreters feel free to offer your opinions:

In the dream I’m sleeping, peacefully. I’m roused and on opening an eye see lots of little fury black spiders descending from nests on the ceiling by silk threads. A little way down the threads they drop. One lands in my bed. I’m not fearful of the spiders, but I am feeling uncomfortable so I get up and go into the kitchen that is spider free.

Jane is standing at the kitchen counter making tea, I appear next to her and a little bird (a sparrow) descends from the ceiling in a half flight and lands on the counter top, seemingly dazed. I reach for it at the same time Jane does. She swoops the bird up in her cupped hands before I do and releases it – I watch it fly away and remember feeling pleased that it was not injured.

I wake up….. ??