Comfort

I had this really strange dream the other night. In it I was making stuffed animals for 'my kids'. But for the fact that I have never made these particular critters and, as things generally work in dreams, the kids weren't mine - it made perfect sense.

When I was very, very young, my grandmother made me this stuffed turtle. It was soft; it was cuddly; it smelled like . . . love. On one side of the turtle was - for lack of a better term - a tag. It was like the tags that you find on one end of a pillow, but softer and slightly frayed.

When I was stressed, which was most nights, I cuddled that turtle and found myself stroking the frayed edge of the tag. It calmed and relaxed me. Oddly enough, when I have a lot of stress, I have an urge to cuddle that turtle. And I still have the memory of that comfort.

Interestingly, my grandmother also made these adorable turtles for some of my cousins. None of those turtles had a tag on the side. I wonder what behavior my grandmother was trying to help me overcome.






Don't forget to visit JMark Afghans and My Gallery at Zazzle

We also have a page on Squidoo that supports the Genocide Intervention Network.

Be sure to Vote For JMark Afghans, etc.
at Independent Designers

We look forward to seeing you online.

God Bless!

Jules