my pocket I retrieved a handful of this....Reminders of my day with the Bean. There, I found a Kleenex, half a candy cane, a tiny white feather, a dried yellow flower and a small fake poinsettia flower. The bean had found or used them all. What wonderful memories in my pocket. Each one a reminder of the "handsome" day at the Martinez Marina. ( My grandson's new, favorite word is HANDSOME. Everything that is wonderful and beautiful..., and worthy of comment is, by his definition, "handsome". I love this expression.
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found this Christmas decoration in a box at my son's house. It was something I had given Mom two Christmas' ago. It made me laugh and it made her laugh too . For all you Cat lovers out there, it's kind of a "blond" joke about cats. In a way it says..., do the things you're good at and don't try to be something you're not. It's funny but there's a message here.Mrs. Claus looks a bit exhausted. She is probably going to recommend using REINDEER to her husband.... Now you know the rest of the story.
The last photo(below) is an ornament that I bought years ago. It's Santa holding a big bag of MAGIC SAND. Don't we all wish we could find some of this stuff?
This small ornament reminds me that the wishes of my childhood were made out of the magic sand of my imagination but the reality of growing up is knowing that we don't always get everything we want and that most things we do receive require a lot of effort.
Magic sand is there but it's inside of us.I think, though, that it's kind of like Dorothy's Ruby Slippers in the Wizard of Oz. We all have the answers to our problems and the ability to have our dreams come true. We just have to believe and be flexible..., and not invest too heavily in the outcome. We may need someone like the "good witch"( or faerie, or angel) to lead us in the right direction. We may need a compass, a star or a guiding light. But, in the end, we find that we are all made of magic sand and every grain is unique to each of us.
This small blue sparkly ornament reminds me to wish big but to put life into perspective. From across the room this decoration is a shiny presence sitting below the Christmas tree. But, up close, a star is bent and Santa has no shoes on. From a distance it's flaws are unseen. Up close I see the chipped paint and a tired Santa. I must be aware of the difference. It sparkles now in a season of sparkle. But, will it be here when I need to click my heels and make a wish? Will it give me everything I want or will I have the wisdom to know that my acceptance of what comes may not be so easy and the answer..., a reply that I'm not willing to heed. Will the desires of my heart be in balance with the knowledge of my rational mind?
An end of a long year and so many questions....
My only resolution will be to look at each day and try to understand..., to try and make it better. But there's still a little place inside of me that believes in magic sand and hopes that some of it is thrown in my direction. What do you think?
My husband told me I was a handsome woman once, I didn't find it all that exciting...he never made that mistake again...;p
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful, insight-ful post. I have been sitting here, re-reading your words in awe.
ReplyDeleteSo many thoughts, so many ways to look at this.
Yes, we wish for magic sand and fairie godmothers all the time. When in reality, the glitter and gloss of magic isn't real. What we "learn" by ourselves is what stays with us.
I loved hearing about your find from your visit with "Bean". Very special.
Best wishes!
Connie, what a wonderful post. If we didn't have our memories what would life be like. We are so lucky to be living in a country where we can dream and hopefully prosper. Have a great day and week. Madeline
ReplyDeleteYour pocket contents reminded of a little gift my almost 7 year old grandson gave to me several months ago. A wooden clothespin decorated like an alligator. He is clipped to my little crystal pitcher that holds my writing instruments.
ReplyDeleteIt is the little things isn't it!
I loved this post everything form the new word discovery, pocket treasures to magic sand. I still hang onto the magical too. The magic is I think in the keeping of it.
ReplyDelete"I do believe in fairies I do I do."
Peter Pan is still a favorite. Childhood books are enjoyed by adults too. I can never wholly grow up, either.
I think the magic comes when we observe the beauty and the wonder in life. When we can reach into our pocket and it's contents transport us back to another happy time. It's the magic and you have got it.
What a wonderful,inspiring post! I'm going to come back and read this again when I have a little more time. Right now, I've got 6 out of 7 kids underfoot, so once they settle, I'll be back to savor...
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I've always believed in magic. When I was a kid, it was the adults who made it happen for me without letting me know. Now, I am the adult and I have learned that I alone must make magic happen for myself and others. What a lovely post, Connie. And what fun memories you and your grand made together....
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Looks and sounds like you really enjoyed your Christmas farmlady.
ReplyDeleteI think there is magic sand in all of us but sometimes we have to use a shovel to find it!
Hello, FarmLady: Thank you for your comment on my Vintage Findings blog. I love the part of your post where you find the odd objects in your pocket. I sometimes feel like a 7 year old boy after emptying the pockets of my apron at the end of the day. You know, a bottle cap, a bolt, anything I pick up that can be reused in some way. I have so enjoyed Nina's blog, also. Happy New Year :-)
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