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Sadly Jamie Ridler isn't doing her Full Moon Dreamboards any more, so there was no prompt on the New Moon :-(
But I so enjoy doing this practice, I've decided to go it alone...
I discovered December's full moon in the Northern Hemisphere is called the Full Cold Moon. As we approach the longest night of the year, the Winter Solstice, on the 21st, the focus is on warmth, shelter and family, and I've chosen words and images that reflect that.
Starting top left corner, I found a full moon image from an old We'Moon calender (Drombeg Circle by Kathy Glover 2005), and stuck on top a small poem by Mary Anne Radmacher from her book Lean Forward Into Your Life. I found the book in a charity shop, and once read, I've torn it up to use in journals, etc. (I cannot believe how daring I'm becoming in my old age...!!)
as the moon wraps the end
of our day
we sit with the consequences
of our intentions
and pour a warm cup of gratitude
for our family, our friends,
with such grace
we prepare for another day.
Below that is another We'Moon image - a painting called Mother and Child by Barb Levine 1999.
To the right of it as an image from Toast's Winter catalogue on which I've stuck the words 'The gift of hope' clipped from a fairtrade catalogue.
On the right-hand page, is a large frosted berries image from World of Interiors, on which I've stuck the words 'Made It' and added, 'through another 12 months' (yay!)
To the left of the berry photo are more words by Mary Anne Radmacher:
i lean forward
full of the
hope of color,
growth, warmed soil
and being loose of
the chill of this
garden's long winter.
And underneath is another page of hers: 'celebrate the holidays that make sense', which I interpret to mean ignore the world's definition of what we should be celebrating, and make your own sense of the holiday season. Hence, my focus on the Winter Solstice, the primal need for warmth, shelter and family, and the chance to gather with loved ones and celebrate their being in my life.
And finally, there's a small picture of a farmhouse on the hillside, lights blazing as the daylight fades and the fog rolls in...