Sometimes I’ll find myself awake before dawn and it’s close enough to dawn that I could decide to go ahead and get up and start my day, but something makes me decide to stay in bed and try to grab some extra sleep. A lot of those times are when I end up having super crazy or vivid dreams.
Dream descriptions tend to be tedious so I’ll spare you details.
Just: In one of the dreams, some angry woman (who I didn’t know but who looked familiar) had bashed my door down because I owed her money. She was calling me names and carrying signs with my likeness on them. Turns out all I owed her was two dollars. I went and got it for her (actually had to borrow it from a friend because I didn’t have it on hand), handed it to her, and suddenly all was good. Her friend even wanted to take a picture of us to post on Facebook, standing with our arms around each other.
With all the horrors going on in the world, there seems little point in sharing such fragments. But you never know, they might help someone. Thought for the day: Share your fragments if you’ve got ’em. You never know who those little scraps might reach and help. Reuse, repurpose, recycle!
The other day, the mayor of my city shared on his Facebook page a quote I’ve heard before that always grabs me: “If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.” (I really love our mayor, Derrick Henry; he puts himself out there; brings forth what is within him.)
This quote always grabs me because I have been and am a hoarder in many ways. Mainly a hoarder of experiences. I hoard them in little scraps, not sure where to put them. Finally it feels like maybe I just need to put them out there where they’ll at least stand a chance of reaching someone who might find them useful.
“These fragments I have shored against my ruins.” (From one of my favorite poems, The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot.) (Here’s an informative brief article about Eliot and the poem, on medium.com by Christopher P. Jones. It includes a link to the full text of the poem.)