The house is quiet. Even the cats have hunkered down for the evening. But the energy in this room is buzzing with residual creativity. A few weeks ago I began thinking about the New Year’s ritual my hubby and I created when we first got married. We sit down in the first week of each year. The floor begins to mound up with scraps from the year’s magazines. And we create boards filled with images that speak of what is in our hearts.
This year, we invited a few friends to join us. The air was thick with talk of the future. Of plans for this and fresh hopes for that. Putting ones dreams out into the world is powerful. But having another witness it and validate it makes it seem even more possible.
The process is so electric for me that I sometimes have to take a week or so to get my board to feel the way I want. I make boards during the year for specific items and sometimes I make what I call dream seeds (smaller, more precise expressions of what I want to manifest), but this dream board that comes at the beginning of the year is big and holds the collection of my heart’s desire. It then acts as a map for my journey in the coming year.Once the board is done, I will hang it in my bedroom for the year. I took last year’s down a few days ago to create space for what is to come. This is my version of a resolution. I like the organic nature of the process but can appreciate how it helps to bring into resolution the inklings of desire that have been bubbling up inside.
Over the next couple of days, I will continue to work on the dream board. It is a matter of building the dream. For me, that is the first step towards living the dream.