Rainy Day and the Horses of the Sea
Rainy Day inherited this poster many years ago from her
Auntie Marie. Like her Auntie Marie, Rainy Day keeps it in her bedroom, where
she can see it from her bed. It is old, and dirty, but filled not just with the
power of the ocean and the horses arising out of the foam, but with memories.
Lots of memories.
Now, Rainy Day knows there is nothing there but a paper and
ink, and makes no pretense of believing there is any kind of power,
supernatural or otherwise, in the poster. She knows this. But she loves the
sea, and this poster reminds her of the power of the great rolling waves as
they break on the shore. She has seen those horses rise from the sea, for a
moment only to return to the sea.
Of course, the poster holds no memories; all the memories
are locked away in Rainy Day's brain. But, the poster calls up those memories.
Memories of good times with her Auntie Marie. Of meeting her at Union Station
where she worked and going out to dinner, of weekends spent at her house. Of
Chinese take out, of good books read and discussed. (Rainy Day and her Auntie
Marie read an eclectic assortment of books – histories of Ancient Egyptian,
Dead Sea Scrolls, who-done-its, occult, Bible histories. Rainy Day credits her
Auntie Marie, and Miss Mason the Library Lady, with her fascination of the
printed word on just about any topic, any genre, and any cereal box.)
Do you have an object in your bedroom that evokes your
happiest memories, complete with smiles and maybe laughter? If not, Rainy Day
suggests you find one and place it where you can see it from your bed. If you
don't have a lot of really happy memories, Rainy Day suggests you start, right
now, finding and making some. At the end of the day, that's really all you've
got and you might as well enjoy them;-) And happy memories make for happy
dreams.
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