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Full Moon Dreamboard: The Full Blue Moon

The Full Blue Moon asks: “What extra-super-special dream do you want to invite in?”

This month, in the post where Jamie shares and explains hers, she says that her dreamboards are “equal parts expressions of my desire and the Universe’s conversation with me. I can see what it is my heart is yearning for and I can see the practices and actions that will take me there.”

I’m actually almost a full day late with mine, because last night I was so raw and sad and small that I couldn’t even begin to imagine an “extra-super-special dream.” Placed into context, in contrast to Dexter’s illness, his eventual loss, dreams like writing a book or being able to quit my paid work and be a full-time artist seem so silly, so minor, so empty, (even as I know they really aren’t). Last night as the blue moon worked its way to entirely full, I sat on my meditation cushion and cried, told Eric how overwhelmed I felt, and went to bed early instead of creating a dreamboard.

When I sat down this morning to work on it, I had no idea what was going to come up. I found the picture in the middle first, the woman sitting in warrior position, known in yoga as hero’s pose, her hands held in prayer position over her heart, head bowed and eyes closed. The color, lilac, is one of my favorites, and I liked the reflection and bulk of her ring. The next image I found was the woman’s fingers trailing the surface of the water, with the quote about meditation practicing clearing our minds of restless thought so that we can see who and what we really are. After that, each image I found represented practice and devotion, nature, or something with a reflective quality.

This dreamboard communicates to me that through my practices, through surrender, I will realize a transformation, that I will discover confidence in the qualities of my awake mind and open heart. “Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.”

Wishcasting Wednesday

Who do you wish to give (or send) a hug?

All the vets, techs, office staff, lab technicians, etc. who helped care for Dexter, and also for Obi and Sam. May they continue to have patience and practice kindness. May their skill continue to grow and manifest.

Susan Piver, for the support she provides, to my practice and to my tender, sad heart, when she is aware of it and even when she’s not. May she continue to be confident and brave, an open-hearted warrior, a kind-hearted and wise teacher.

All the people who’ve offered their good wishes and support as we navigate whatever is going on with Dexter. My they continue to keep their hearts open and to offer help where needed.

My mom, dad, brother, and nieces, my family far away, because living 1200 miles away means I can never do this as much as I’d like to. May they be happy and safe.

The people who first rescued my dogs and cared for them until they could come home to me. May they be rescued, cared for and loved in equal measure.

The women who have helped me believe I can write, who helped me to claim my life as a writer: Cynthia Morris, Anne Lamott, Laurie Wagner, Andrea Scher, Susannah Conway, Natalie Goldberg, Julia Cameron, Cheryl Strayed, Susan Piver (yes, her again), Geneen Roth, Patti Digh, Jennifer Louden, Jamie Ridler, Cheri Huber, Tara Brach, my WILD writing group, my Artist’s Way group (with an extra big hug for Joyce, our facilitator), and so many more. May these women continue to tell the truth, to shine their light so I can see my way through the dark.

Anyone waiting for biopsy results, or other news that has the potential to change their life, break their hearts. May they be well.

Anyone who thinks they aren’t enough, who believes they have to earn love, who is smashing themselves to bits. May they know love, be filled with it, flooded, overwhelmed, and may they know that they are basically, fundamentally good, wise, kind, and powerful, and nothing can change that.

Anyone trapped in the confusion of their own thoughts and feelings, caught in a sense of being a victim of their life, feeling powerless, helpless, or cheated, feeling angry and hurt. May they wake up, become aware of their ability to choose, to let go of judgement, blame, and suffering. May whatever trauma is weighing them down quickly and easily dissolve.

Anyone suffering from addiction, stuck in habitual patterns and discursive, obsessive thinking that is poisoning them, their mind/heart and their body, their environment and those others in it. May they be released, set free, and may the poison turn to medicine.

Anyone who is convinced of complete despair, who is trapped, stuck, caught in darkness and depression. May they see the light and know joy.