When I was young(er), I had this dream. The most perfect dream I can ever remember having. In this dream was a tree. A large tree with a thick trunk and high, full branches full of purple leaves. In this dream, I was swinging from the branches of this tree (not like a monkey, but like, in a swing) and I was laughing, perfectly content and happy, the way a child does. I guess I must have been really laughing, because I ended up choking and woke myself up from this perfect dream. It was beautiful, and I never quite forgot it, and it is still one of the "happy place" images I see in my head when life gets hard.
So, with that background info in mind, and my secret perfect dream out in the open now, I told you that story to tell you this that has no essential meaning whatsoever. I just thought it was coincidental, and kind of crazy in a mystical, mysterious kind of way. So here it is.
Lately, that purple tree has been following me. It started out a few months ago, when by some random click of the mouse I happened upon a facebook page for The Stranded Bead, and saw this:
http://www.facebook.com/strandedbead |
Then I saw this, a few months later:
Wiry Designs by Mary Logan (http://www.facebook.com/WiryDesigns) |
Then, a few weeks or so ago, I see this:
Pretty Pretty Pendants (http://www.facebook.com/prettyprettypendants) |
And then today, I see this:
Like Mother, Like Daughter {hand stamped jewelry} (http://www.facebook.com/LikeMotherLikeDaughterJewelry) |
Maybe it is a reminder to be happy. Maybe I am searching for true bliss, and that tree is a symbol, and since I am searching for it, the universe is bringing it to me. Maybe there are just a lot of tree necklaces out there. But whatever the reason, that dream has been on my mind lately, and I am reminded of it every time I see one of these necklaces. That tree is a symbol, a reminder to be happy, to take pleasure in the simple things, to simplify. All that dream consisted of was me and a tree.
Or maybe I just really, really want these necklaces... ;)
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