Fruition
my September dreamboard, made on a page from an illustrated journal i began three years ago, before i learned that I’d laid out 27 pages wrong and the project couldn’t be saved. (now, redeemed.)
This has been a hard week. A hard an horrible week. But today the tides began to their turning. The pained backed down. I could work again, write again. Hope started thinking about coming home to roost.
Often I loose track of where the moon is in her cycle. But this week I’ve been aware of her lurking outside my window, lighting up my insomniatic night, keeping me company on the sidelines. I knew tonight she would be at her roundest, her ripest. And I just could not resist the siren call of her light on my work table. She winked so cunningly through my window, that mistress moon.
One year ago I made my first dreamboard. I dreamt all year of a stage for my stories, health for my body, a community for my heart. I dreamt of books and of strength enough to write them. I dreamt of the loved ones, and tribes. I dreamt of stillness and of floating. Some of those dreams came true. Many, most, did not.
There is no stage, no book, no local community. My loved ones are far from me (but gratefully, well.) There is no health. Above all there is no health. Still, hope springs eternal I suppose—in that small way that it must, when you children lie safe and asleep under your roof, when the moon waits for you beyond your window.
So, still, I dream. Under the moon I dream. And as I dream I till the soil. I turn the earth. I make ready the ground. Because one day, some day, perhaps the the gods of harvest will smile down upon me, and these dreams will finally get themselves born.
This crop may at long last come to fruition.
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Oh my, I am so very sorry to hear about your health challenges, my heart goes out to you and I hope that with the waning moon so does any ailment and pain. Blessings to you.
Wishing that each and everyone of your dreams finds you under the beautiful full moon.
Most beautiful one with redemption in hand, may all of your dreams come to fruition … love that the moon was with you on the sidelines :) magical image.
May this bountiful moon bring you health and all your dreams fulfilled!
Wonderful, may your dreams be answered. LOVE the elephant, powerful animal.
So beautifully written, Rachelle. I hope the moon smiles on your wishes.
Wishing for you that the piscean moon energy juices up your hopes and dreams for this month
May you find peace and beauty under the full moon and so it is…
just got home from making my dreamboard with friends and my teenage daughter. it is after midnight. we had a wonderful evening, lots of laughter, some tears. we reached out and touched each other, created community for the evening. i just wanted to say thank you, rachelle. your blog has been a true inspiration and guide these past few months. i hope this barley moon brings you many things, but especially good health.
poetry for my friday night soul. bless you.
May fruition, and, above all, health, be yours.
I am so loving the imagery and the sentiment here….
Keep On ~ Believing is seeing!
lovely, lovely dreamboard.
how beautifully expressed. may your wishes be stirring their way towards you, ushered gently and powerfully by the moon’s loving hands.
Sometimes what we dream for arrives in ways that we had not expected. As long as we are open to what arrives, we can find our dreams realized in everything around us.
Oh it’s GORGEOUS! I love reds and gods together. Such a great mantra for the coming month as well!
I love the fact that your original journalling project mistake has given birth to this dreamboard. There seems to me something symbolic in that. I pray for fruition and delivery from your pain.
mag-pie girl, you write beautiful prose, and I love your dreamboard. I am hoping that your dreams unfold, and you will be well…
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