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Full Moon Dreamboard: Full Flower Moon

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Full Flower Moon

From Jamie’s post: “What are you dreaming under this Full Flower Moon? This is the time when the buds have transformed into blooms, reminding us it is time to do the same. What are your full flower dreams? Who are you when you’re in full bloom?”


The Full Flower Moon asks:
“How would you like to bloom? Who are you when you’re in full bloom?”

Whole living, body and soul in balance
Perfect just as you are
You are here
You, in bloom
Flourish in life and love
Healthy

The flow
Inspiration
Glow!
Spark new ideas
anytime, anywhere
Inspire change
Dream it, do it!

Look at you tap your creativity,
Find your calling
and write your next chapter
Today is the day you let it go
Your chance will come, smiling

Get the career you deserve
Action plan: escape artist
Yes, everyone has a creative side
but to get the muse to sit down and stay a while
You need to carve out a space of your own

Pure magic at your fingertips
Pure bliss

P.S. I was in such a hurry last night to get this post done, I didn’t take the time to explain some of the imagery. As I took another look at it this morning, I made a few notes about it, and decided to go ahead and add them.

Yoga and meditation as the foundation of everything else, always. I am happily writing, surrounded by books and journals, with yellow blooms arising from my head, yellow the color of the sun, and a white lotus at my feet. A medicine Buddha, a healer whose color is meant to illuminate and awaken minds, and out of his head blooms a flower with petals of tiny buddhas. And overall, in the words and images, a sense that I am already here, it’s Spring now, and this is already happening, embodied and manifesting.

Full Moon Dreamboard: The Full Pink Moon

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Jamie’s prompt is this: “What are you dreaming under this Full Pink Moon? The name represents the pink flowers that so lavishly bloom in the spring. What an invitation to let yourself luxuriate in your dreams, embracing them passionately, sharing them magnificently and enjoying each precious bloom. Let’s share our dreams and make beautiful magic together under the Full Pink Moon!”

The Full Pink Moon asks: “What dreams is it time to tend?”

As I was telling my writing group today (we made full moon dreamboards together as part of our practice), sometimes when I make one, I begin the practice with an empty mind. I might have a vague sense, whisper of an answer not yet fully formed. I keep myself open, as Jamie suggests, seeing what pictures arise, which ones call to me. I’ve even been completely finished with a dreamboard and still not quite sure what the answer is, and only fully discover it as I write my blog post trying to explain it.

When I first read this full moon’s question, “what dreams is it time to tend?”, I knew my answer immediately. However, I didn’t want to fixate on it, didn’t want to reject any other answer that might want to come through, so I stayed open throughout the process–but the answer stayed the same.

It is time, kind and gentle reader, to tend to my dream of writing a book.

Wisdom, wonders and writing.
Books.
Understanding.
Offerings.
Practice.

The story beings.

Writing begins with the breath.

Creativity.
Great stories from a crumbling world.
Writing down the bones.
Freeing the writer within.
Being true to life.

The Writing Warrior.
Discovering the courage,
to free her true voice.
Read, see, listen.
Practicing mindfulness.
Presence of mind.

A magic poem, sent from the Universe, like a prayer:

Spinning, swamped, slimed, sunk
She rises, resolute
Still crowned by petals.

P.S. I am realizing now that I should make clear that the last stanza here was a true gift from the Universe, but maybe not how you might interpret that: I was looking through my stack of magazine pages, feeling like I needed just one more thing, probably words, to finish out my dreamboard, and there it was, a whole page poem, Way of the Water-Hyacinth by Zaw Gee (translated from the Burmese by Lyn Aye), of which the above is the final stanza.

Here’s a video of Lyn Aye talking about and reading the poem.