Friday, February 22, 2013

Dreamin

Sitting her trying to recount the events from my dream last night is so much harder to do later in the day than when you just awoke.  Funny, though, I thought about the dream again and thought I would share.  Seems I was at the mall.  I guess I watch a lot of Oprah, because for some reason she was there.  Not only was Oprah there but her whole crew/entourage/and screaming stay at home mom/wife Fan base mob.  I was there obviously in a vending capacity and me and the other sales people were witnessing this fiasco of the "Oprah Effect."  Seems as if at some point I took a break and did my rounds as I usually do when I am at an event. I take a walk, get something to eat, and peep all the other vendors wares.  I happen on a table that has earrings which are painted on the front and plain on the backs.  Similar to mine.  Only they seem to be extremely similar to mine because I notice the bamboo grain on the backs.  I don't say anything as I mosey around to another vendor who no doubt is using bamboo to create jewelry and I had to say something this time.  I remark about her work and that I too use bamboo to create jewelry.  Then I bring to her attention there is another lady around the corner who has some bamboo jewelry as well.  We find our way to her table and compare notes then we all go to my table.  I show them many of my styles and we all exchange business cards.  After waking I find myself pondering the significance of this dream.  Lately I have not been on my grind.  A friend txt me yesterday to see how I have been doing and what's going on with the jewelry line.  I admit that things seem to be at a halt.  Another thing I think of as I am still laying in bed is a message that I was reading in one of my devotionals.  It goes something like, "If you don't exercise the gifts that God has given you then he will give the desires and gifts to someone who will use them."  OUCH!  What am I doing?  In such a funk lately and need to climb out of this whole I dug.  Crazy Dayz

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