1
Branches arch and curl
Grey path vanishes into green,
Soft petals hide sharp thorns.

2
Wide, brown river drifts.
A silent heron flies up,
Narrow footbridge sways.

3
Foaming water falls,
Silver salmon leaps the caul,
Splash in a deep pool.

4
Sky darkens with cloud,
Black cows sit, backs to the wind,
Cold rain on my cheeks.

Later

Now as elusive as the brown trout
Hiding in the deep pools
A sense of essence.

I feel you at my side as I walk
I turn to speak
The dark river bends away.

cold full moon dreamboard

In my board I see the clean, dry cold of a crispy morning, frozen rowan berries hiding their promise of life, the flash of a homecoming salmon. And 6 glorious weeks of not teaching! My relief and longing for the quiet calm of a frozen lake, my love of winter. I think it’s a time for taking stock and contemplation of what changes I’ll make in the coming year. A time to let my creativity recover and play.

I have a special love for that rowan berry felt bowl. I once had a coat made from fabric very like that. It was brought from Norway for me as a child and I loved it dearly. Seeing the bowl I could feel the rub of it against my fingers and just for a moment reconnect with that 8 year old who was fascinated by stories of the Sami. So I hope this month my creativity is going to spark and dance like the fires of the Sami on those long dark northern nights.

By the way, I’m not into the whole cosmic ordering stuff. I just see dream boards as a great tool for connecting with my much neglected, often ignored (both by me!) creative side.
You can see other people’s dream boards for this month via Jamie’s Blog