Jamie Ridler | Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray)

When I got up this morning, the full moon was hanging, white and bright, over the ocean. I was surprised by its size, its light, and it felt like I was the only one, that it was just me, the dogs, the moon and her ocean. It was magic.

Jamie describes the Full Buck Moon this way: There’s such gorgeous, lively energy under the Full Buck Moon! On the new moon, as we began gathering for our dreamboards, I invited you to ask yourself, “What are my most powerful dreams? Who am I when I am powerful?” The Full Buck Moon is a time for stepping into that power. Now is the time to set intentions for bold action and big dreams, the time to take action and assert your presence in the world. Now is the time to take a stand and say, “Here I am! Here is what I’m dreaming!” Sharing your dreams here is a great way to start!

Full Buck Moon

The Full Buck Moon asks: “What are your most powerful dreams? Who are you when you are powerful?” It was hard to get a good picture of this one, being on vacation and without my scanner, and because my dreamboard was so full, it took up a double wide page.

The Power
Imagine having nothing to hide.
Imagine all you had to do was be yourself by doing the things you love to do.
More fun = does good.
Entertaining and surprising.
Immerse yourself in everything.

At home in nature, sit happens.
On the bright side, real shit happens.
Healthy self-reliance, sensitive simple laid-back girl power.
A quiet mind and compassionate heart.
Possibility, promise, and potential.

Choose kindness.
Keep calm, create.
Spread happiness, words.
Fall in love with balance.
Live your best life, a life you love.

Books have hearts and wings, along with kind words.
Life happened because I turned the pages.
As a writer, you ask yourself to dream while awake.
Women who make beautiful things,
transform the world as you transform yourself.
Magic and medicine.
That’s what the book is about: how we can bear what we cannot bear.
Love, loss, and what she learned.
The power of letting go.
Focus, harnessing inner strength.

The light in me sees the light in you
and recognizes the source of this light to be the same.
The weirdness in me bows to the weirdness in you.
We are all connected.

Your life, my life is a sacred opportunity.

Hi.
Welcome.
Om.
Namaste.
Thank you.
Amen.

from Jamie’s post

What is your heart’s wish?

With every beat my heart wishes to experience and manifest more love, but besides more love, its wish is: to write a book, many books, to string words together like prayer flags or mala beads, to live the life of a writer, quiet and solitude and reading and long walks and up early and dogs at my side or curled up at my feet, and thinking and dreaming and imagining, and having long conversations about how and why, and love, love, love, and the tenderhearted wise sadness of being present and of knowing how love goes and how things are and how this works, and grief and letting go and surrender, and friendship, and moving not the way fear makes me move but the way love makes me move, and allowing my “soft animal body to love what it loves,” and meditation and rumination and contemplation, step by step and word by word, being still and listening with my whole heart, being curious and gentle, saying only what is true and helpful and kind, being fearless in that way that gives a gift of the same to others so that they too can notice and manifest their basic goodness, to wholeheartedly live a full life and write about it…this is my heart’s wish.

My heart also wishes for flight, and no matter how often or carefully I explain the laws of physics and the impossibility of a wingless lump of muscle and blood floating on the air, it insists and continues to dream that it will one day wake with wings and fly away. It says that hope is not the thing with feathers at all, love is, and that its capacity for love will be the magic that makes it soar, that unhinges it from this mortal, ground-bound body. And I must admit, kind and gentle reader, sometimes I get caught up in the fire of its faith and find myself almost believing it.