Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Mes bijoux

I had a dream last night. I was living in a time where it was necessary to sew my family jewels into the fabric of my cloak while crossing into a foreign land. When I arrived at my destination, alone and weary, I took comfort in the fact that I had my jewels to help me start again. When I ripped the seams, I found only stones. River stones.

I had carried those jewels so far and they had felt so heavy, but worth their weight. You can imagine my deception.

So here's my question: Which river stone have you been carrying around convinced it was a diamond?

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

You had me very confused for a bit when you mentioned your 'family jewels'...

Christina said...

interesting..how's missouri?

Lorraine said...

The illusion that I'm deep enough to have a river stone that I've confused for a jewel.

That's some profound stuff there, Missy. I just dreamed that OJ Simpson was trying to kill me becasue I'd blogged something mean about him.

Anonymous said...

i have a sackful of 'em. where would you like me to start?

Reb said...

I have a literal stone that I picked up in some far off place that I can't remember but was obviously meaningful at the time and have kept for its forgotten meaning.