Hello to you. How are you this morning? It’s morning here as I write. We had rain last night so the pictures I drew yesterday have been lifted up to fly with the gray ships and on the wings of the large swirl of birds that greeted the dogs and I when we went out this morning.
It’s cooler and feels like fall. Kyle and I are talking about going to see if Half Price Books can help me with my craving for interesting words telling stories printed on pages and bound…aka a book…you remember what those are right?! (wink). Unfortunately, most of the books on my wish list are expensive and not for entertainment, of the non-fictional nature. I will have to see what happens….see who finds me seeking them in the world of print.
So I have been sleeping really well the past couple of nights and am so grateful. The cooler weather definitely helps. With this rest has come almost a non-stop stream of dream. There were two that stuck with me from last nights travels.
The first one was about being someone, I think my Grandma Schmidt or may be me much older. Whoever I was talked about not believing she was 80 years old, she didn’t feel like she was. She showed me where they lived and it was a dump lol. A building being held together with strips of white cloth and tape (kind of like how it feels our house is being held together sometimes lol). I remember walking and talking with a man who looked like my Grandpa Elias Schmidt as a young man. I remember singing karaoke. I couldn’t remember all the words but sang really well!
The other dream was about being part of a polar bear family….actually being a polar bear. We were traveling on sheets of ice over water and down streams. A lot of running and sliding! It was snowy white every where but lots of sun. It was very liberating to travel this way. What’s funny is before I drifted off to sleep, I heard a man’s voice say, “remember, I can be anything or anyone.” Why not a polar bear?! God is in all creation.
To close…time to get breakfast on and enjoy the remaining time we have before work begins again. I found this poem and it made me smile, so fanciful, playful and silly! I really enjoyed it. I hope you do too.
The Two Bears – Poem by Carolyn Wells
Prince Curlilocks remarked one day
To Princess Dimplecheek,
‘I haven’t had a real good play
For more than ‘most a week.’
Said Princess Dimplecheek, ‘My dear,
Your majesty forgets–
This morning we played grenadier
With grandpa’s epaulets.
‘And yesterday we sailed to Spain–
We both were pirates bold,
And braved the wild and raging main
To seek for hidden gold.’
‘True,’ said the prince; ‘I mind me well–
Right hardily we fought,
And stormed a massive citadel
To gain the prize we sought.
‘But if your ladyship agrees,
Methinks we’ll go upstairs
And build a waste of arctic seas,
And we’ll be polar bears.’
‘Yes, if you’ll promise not to bite,’
Fair Dimplecheek replied,
Already half-way up the flight,
His highness by her side.
‘Princess, on that far window-seat,
Go, sit thee down and wait,
While I ask nursie for a sheet,
Or maybe six or eight.’
A pile of sheets his highness brought.
‘Dear princess, pray take these;
Although our path with danger’s fraught,
We’ll reach the polar seas.’
Two furry rugs his lordship bore,
Two pairs of mittens white;
He threw them on the nursery floor
And shouted with delight.
He spread those sheets–the funny boy–
O’er table, floor, and chair.
‘Princess,’ said he, ‘don’t you enjoy
This frosty, bracing air?
‘These snowy sheets are fields of ice,
This is an iceberg grim.’
‘Yes, dear, I think it’s very nice,’
She said, and smiled at him.
And then they donned the rugs of fur,
The mittens, too, they wore;
And Curlilocks remarked to her,
‘Now you must roar and roar.’
Dimplecheek looked out from the cowl
Formed by her furry rug.
‘I’m ‘fraid of bears that only growl–
I like the kind that hug.’