A Weekly Offering of This n That

Rainy Day is my alter ego. She is the little angel that sits on one shoulder and whispers in my ear to forgo that 6" piece of triple chocolate fudge with the four scoops of ice cream on it; she is also the little devil who sits on my other shoulder and convinces me that I can eat just one bite of each and be satisfied, and then laughs with such great abandon when in fact, I eat the whole thing, she falls off my shoulder. Mostly, Rainy Day helps me see the humor in living and, mostly, she encourages me down the right path. Not necessarily the straight and narrow one (how fun is that?) but the path that offers the most adventure and fun.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Rainy Day and Memory Horses

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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