Dreams Do Come True
When I was a girl of maybe 6 years, I would have a recurring dream about Raggedy Ann and Andy taking me through the forest to see the Wizz (not the Wizard of Oz). When we arrived at the ivory castle, an evil witch would appear sitting high atop a golden throne (i.e., toilet). We'd make our humble requests to the witch but she only scoffed at our pleas and told us we were fools. This always angered me because my request was to use the bathroom.
Because Raggedy Ann and Andy were my friends, they didn't take well to the witch's callous cackles. They argued with her as I stood defenseless, legs crossed trying in vein to abstain from soaking my favorite baby blue pajamas with hot urine. After unsuccessful appeals on my behalf, they fought and defeated the witch and flushed her down the golden throne. My fears were replaced with relief and elation as the village made me their new queen.
The lolly pop kids, Tom & Jerry, and other characters from books I read would sing and dance in celebration as Raggedy Anne and Andy escorted me up the carpeted stairs and sat me in my rightful spot upon the throne. Once I took power, the crowd began chanting for me to finally relieve my aching bladder. As queen of a people who had been mistreated, I wanted to please them so I proudly granted their wishes.
When I awoke in real life, I'd find myself encircled by a smelly wet spot on my bed. My parents spanked me, put me on punishment and even tried severe limitation of my liquid intake - as in no kool-aid with dinner. Still, night after night, I could not make myself stop wetting the bed no matter how ashamed I felt or how much my parents lit up my hind parts.
I read the adventures of Raggedy Anne and Andy each night before I went to sleep to help me escape the embarassment of being a serious bed wetter...
Today's Inspiration
Where the Hearts goes, the Feet follow
Ever wonder why people use phrases such as "food for thought" or "the mind is a terrible thing to waste"? We may never know the exact origin of either euphemism but one thing is certain. Our subconscious thoughts play a major role in our daily lives.
We feed our spirit through our thoughts - no, we don't have to say it aloud. Each of us is in constant conversation with ourselves. Everything we listen to, watch, read, and smell enter into our spirits and help us formulate the words we will use in those discussions. If we are surrounded by negative stimuli, that negativity engulfs us and we gorge our hearts with words of discontent. Conversely, when we consciously seek positive affirmations in life - people, beauty in nature, healthy foods and rituals - we energize our souls with vital nutrients for happiness, health and growth.
Take a moment to assess your spiritual diet. If you've been doubling up on your portion of disappointment, add a dollop of faith. Jaundiced by jealousy? Sprinkle a bit of gratefulness on your plate. Happiness itself is a delicacy. Make wisdom your main course and have grace for dessert. Drizzle the glaze of love songs on your soul and taste the sweetness life has to offer.
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