There is something that I have observed more than once that is peculiar to me. It's like a theme running throughout a story that is craftily woven so you can only, really see it when it peaks above the surface from time to time. You can only, then, pounce on it and say, "Aha!" Otherwise, it slips back beneath the surface weaving its unseen magic into the tale at hand. I've spoken of this matter before when I wrote the blog entitled, "Whimsical Led Us to the Clouds." In that blog, I shared about an early morning conversation about the word "whimsical" and how the day ended with a whimsical session of cloud watching. I just recently had another such occurrence, and it doesn't seem to be accidental. I think it's thematic and serendipitous. That sounds serious.
Darren and I were in the car going to Waterford Lakes with my mother-in-law when the discussion came up about my being a "dream crusher." It's Darren's way of describing me when I put a slow down or nix on something at the shop because I keep the books and pay the bills. We make a great team with his dreams and expansive nature and my practical side, but he still feels better calling me "Dream Crusher" when I disappoint. I found myself that very same evening sitting at the table with my mother-in-law bursting her bubble conversing about an assistant living home that was courting her for her business, leading her to believe things that I knew could not be true, or I knew she had possibly only heard what she wanted to hear. In the middle of my discussion with her, I could hear myself talking and could see her face transform from shining hope to sad resignation. Our earlier conversation in the car came to me, and there I was once again the "Dream Crusher." Sometimes reality bites, but for some reason, I prefer it. It feels comfortable. However, not everyone is so inclined. As for the peculiar observance, I don't know what it is about words and how they can weave there way throughout a day affecting events, but I think it's significant, and I'm sticking to that.
And on a different note, the pouring rain outside is wonderful! Thank you, God, for the rain on dry, dry land.
This pictures seems fitting to my tale. Peace. Love, Linda
Darren and I were in the car going to Waterford Lakes with my mother-in-law when the discussion came up about my being a "dream crusher." It's Darren's way of describing me when I put a slow down or nix on something at the shop because I keep the books and pay the bills. We make a great team with his dreams and expansive nature and my practical side, but he still feels better calling me "Dream Crusher" when I disappoint. I found myself that very same evening sitting at the table with my mother-in-law bursting her bubble conversing about an assistant living home that was courting her for her business, leading her to believe things that I knew could not be true, or I knew she had possibly only heard what she wanted to hear. In the middle of my discussion with her, I could hear myself talking and could see her face transform from shining hope to sad resignation. Our earlier conversation in the car came to me, and there I was once again the "Dream Crusher." Sometimes reality bites, but for some reason, I prefer it. It feels comfortable. However, not everyone is so inclined. As for the peculiar observance, I don't know what it is about words and how they can weave there way throughout a day affecting events, but I think it's significant, and I'm sticking to that.
And on a different note, the pouring rain outside is wonderful! Thank you, God, for the rain on dry, dry land.
This pictures seems fitting to my tale. Peace. Love, Linda
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