Dreaming the October Full Moon

August Full Moon Dreamboards

Max and I made dreamboards on the full moon.

This one is mine.

And here is Max's.

Dreaming the June Full Moon with Max

I always create my dreamboards alone. Even if Frank and Max are hanging out in the living room, I create them in this cocoon of personal space around the dining table.

Max mentioned making a dreamboard back when we first began making our plans for the summer, and yesterday he joined me at the table and made his very first full moon dreamboard.

It was a very different experience to do the creating together and I really enjoyed the energy we bounced off of each other as we brought our boards together.

Here's mine.

If you'd like to check out Max's handiwork, you can see it here.

Quote of the Day

Let yourself be silently
drawn by the stronger pull
of what you really love.

Rumi

By Way of Explanation

The year Max was born our local public radio station had a special poster created to commemorate their 20th year on the air. Frank and I took one look and fell in love with it. It featured a photo taken on the kind of Florida back road we loved, complete with cypress trees and spanish moss. Standing in the middle of the road, in the perfect slant of light, was a gleaming upright bass.

Max had just been born and we were full of all our hopes and dreams for his future. We pledged enough to get the poster, thinking any child of ours would surely love music and the poster would be a nice visual reminder of the part of Florida where he was born. We had the photographer sign it for us and tucked it safely away for someday in Max's future.

We have carried that poster for nine years, five moves and three states. We always meant to have it framed but we were always short on time or short on money. We mentioned it every so often to Max as he was growing up, telling him the story of how we got the poster when he was a tiny baby, knowing someday he would want it.

On Saturday Max asked about the poster and we pulled it out of a closet and put it up in his bedroom.

It was only later that night that I realized that the dream we had, of a son who would want a reminder of where he was born, who would love music as much as we did, had come true. A dream from so many years and miles and mornings and baths and dinners and bedtimes ago I had almost forgotten it was a dream and yet, there it was, the poster on the wall and sleeping beneath it in the bed, the boy we had imagined so many years ago.