I was in Manchester again yesterday afternoon, I will be travelling in quite regularly for the next few months as I have been taken on as a Guinea Pig patient for the students at the dental hospital.
It’s a bit weird walking around the campus at my age, like some sort of backwards time slip. I think a part of me has remained a perpetual student, I certainly still get my typical ‘I’m under stress dream’ which started during my final year. This is usually a variation of ‘I’ve not revised for this exam’. When I had kids this morphed into a ‘I’m at Uni with no child care’ and also ‘I’m at Uni with no where to live’ In the end I got so used to these sort of dreams that I reached lucidity, I can bump myself out of them in my sleep by reminding myself that I have, indeed, already actually graduated, and have the piece of paper to say so.
On my way to the hospital I came across this little Geological Garden which is to the side of the Museum (that’s the building behind it in the top photo) It’s composed of large rocks, paving slabs and pebbles found in the North, I had a few minutes pottering round the stones and wished I had my dowsing rods with me. It‘s man made, but has no obvious design, apart from the aesthetics of display and an eye on the efficiency of use. It has not been used for ritual as far as I know – it would be interesting to see what sort of energy pattern the stones have created between themselves.
2A – Cumbrian Greenslate in case your interested!
