On Saturday, I talked with Bev. We spoke of the idea of wealth, poverty, and signs thereof. I mentioned that we have all these “drives” to provide for the “poor children” backpacks filled with school supplies. I wondered why the schools required all the “stuff” the kids need, especially if they know it is a “poor” population. I wondered why the parents didn’t take it upon themselves to provide for the kids. Every summer, the big stores have big sales on all this “back to school” stuff.
We talked about crayons in our childhood. I said that we needed a box of 8 crayons each year, and I made mine last the whole year. Some children had boxes of 16, and I thought that was “wealth.” Bev said that a box of 48 with a sharpener was the height of wealth in those days. Two old women clucking about the decline of society.
Last night, I dreamed that I had that box of 48, with a sharpener, something I never had. This morning I looked in a drawer in my study—-a box of 48 crayons!
I take these events, the dream and the reality, to mean,
I have everything I need.