Happy Moonday! This marks week 3 of the Moonday Experiment, designed to help me, and whoever wants to play with me, to take a little time out on Mondays to celebrate the moon by doing something creative and/or wild despite the dominant culture's referendum on Monday wildness.
Today is the U.S.A.'s observation of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday, and a holiday from work for many. What Dr. King has in common with celebrating the moon is simple. He had a dream. Dreams are by their very nature wild, uninhibited, from the place of the intuition and the heart.
In his great book, The 3 'only' Things: Tapping the Power of Dreams, Coincidence, and Imagination, Robert Moss writes, "We dismiss dreams, yet the word dream has magic. We use it to describe experiences that are hugely important, things that stir the soul and can change the world. I have a dream. Martin Luther King may or may not have been inspired by a night dream; by his earliest account, the numinous moment came when he was leaning over a kitchen sink in the middle of the night, close to despair, and felt the presence of a greater power blessing him and propelling him forward. But we all know what he meant. The phrase still sends shivers of recognition through us."
I love all dreams, be they silly, strange, terrifying, or illuminating. Daydreams and night dreams compel me equally. Dreams are doorways.
Dream door collage I made this summer.
In the comments, I'd love it if you want to share your own poem, links to your poetry, someone else's poetry that you adore, art, photography, links to videos, to stories of wildness, or just answer this question: What is one of your wildest dreams? This could be a night dream, or a day dream.