Friday, January 12, 2018

Childhood Marbles: An Angel Message

In childhood, I collected marbles.  Boulders, purees, cat's  eyes, aggies.  Every time my two brothers and I went to the dentist, Mom gave us a treat.  A visit to the 5 & 10 dime store.

My favorite toy was a bag of colorful marbles.  Although fun to play a game of marbles, making a circle on the floor, knuckling down to shoot, it was no fun to lose your marbles. So I'd play school, lining them in a single file to enter my classroom under our dining room table. Obedient, they stayed in their rows and were quiet students.  Deep down, I've always wanted to be a teacher.  Now, 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, when the PBS holiday catalog came in the mail, I felt like a child turning the pages of the old Sears and Roebuck Toy Catalog.  Many items made my starry eyes shine.   A planetarium projector.  A set of solar system plates with matching bowls.  But the photo of the hand-blown glass marble solitaire game made my eyes well up in a way that surprised me. The beautiful marbles were like little planets.   Funny how a simple forgotten childhood joy can trigger fond memories. I'd found my marbles!  They're on the coffee reminding me to enjoy each day like a trusting child.

Have a great day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen