A friend of mine gave me a new red moleskine journal last week. I have been looking at it for days, unable to crack the spine because I am not sure what I want it to become for me.(Another vessel for lists or a small wish book or a to do list or ideas for writing?) It is always so exciting to have the clean slate of possibility.
I am thinking I may use it to record the amazing dreams that Finnian tells me about each morning. It has been a few weeks now that he has apparently started recalling his dreams in clarity or he is just now choosing to share.
He has told me with sleepy rapture of his dreams that have ranged from simple play dates with friends to giant megazord characters who roast marshmallows on their tails to assorted candies and sweets and even to sad little vignettes of death. It is fascinating. I can only wake and sorta remember a feeling of a dream. I can sense if my dream was something pleasant or not. I think my brain activates with a jarring start the moment I wake. I am jealous of Finn. He wakes peaceful and doesn't have so much shit in his head yet to take away the dreams. Lucky boy.
5 comments:
I adore Moleskine journals with a passion that is a little bit unseemly. They hold such promise!
I think a dream journal for your son sounds like a more-than-worthy use for a divine Moleskine.
Yes, si, oui, a dream journal!
i love a new journal .. oh, the possibilities!
oh to have an uncluttered mind for one day!
there cannot be enough places to write down things our kids say!!
I LOVE when my boys tell me about their dreams. Henry woke the other day convinced that we had visited a yellow house and that some cops had chased us there. All day he kept asking, "Don't you remember the yellow house mommy? Don't you?"
Your blog is beautiful, by the way.
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