I always came home with a bag of colorful marbles. Although fun to play a game, knuckling down to shoot, it was no fun to lose your marbles. I'd rather play school by lining them up in a single file. Then each one would be rolled into my classroom under the dining room table. Obedient, they stayed in their rows and were quiet. Deep down, I always wanted to be a teacher. I have no idea what I taught those marbles, but like A Course in Miracles says, we always teach what we need to learn.
Recently, I was in for a surprise when a PBS catalog came in the mail. Many items reminded me of childhood: A planetarium projector. A set of solar system plates and bowls. But when I saw the picture of a Solitaire game played with beautiful hand-blown glass marbles, I was like a kid again, wishfully looking at the Sears Toy catalog. Funny how something so simple can trigger forgotten heartfelt memories. Feeling nostalgic, it was a gentle reminder to be spontaneous like a child and enjoy the little things in life. I found my marbles!
Have a great day with the Angels.
Love and joyful blessings,