On dreams

 There's an incredible book about dreams that I want so much. There are a lot of books I want, actually. I find books almost every day that I wish I had and libraries are my absolute favorite things on earth. 

The other day, though, a Saint who I felt strongly about, because God himself came to his mother in a dream, said books are just leaves in dead skins. Learning is secondary to real work, which is helping people. 

But how I love books still. This morning I wondered how people burned books. They could burn anything, this is what they've burned:

1. Books

2. Effigies

3. Bras

4.. flags

In no particular order.

I am an artist, foremost. I am first the artist, then the philosopher scholar. Right?

Being an artist and a reader makes you not the highest moral persona. But it makes looking at things like the highest moral personas more interesting. I know God wants us to do well. I know he wants people to do good instead of trying to make things good for themselves.

Anyway- 

Because I am an artist I am sympathetic. I cried deeply and wept in deep heartfelt sorrow for my brothers amd sisters suffering in the world this morning. Then I saw a sort of face over an image of Mary with Jesus. A flower smiling over them, like a flower smelling Mary and finding her aroma sweet! It cheered me up! Its the little things.

I made my own signs. By reading a devotional, where a woman's prayers are answered by pasting little flower reminders to pray for her son all over her house. Every time she saw the purple flowers she remembered to pray. I took up the practice. When I saw bubbles, when I saw yellow flowers, when I saw hearts ...

I thought positively. It absolutely worked. And I fell in love with life! 

"Joy to the world! The Lord is come! Let earth recieve her king!

LET every HEART prepare him ROOM. 

AND HEAVEN AND NATURE SING!"

Also I read this and I thought of Sarah seeing her great great great Grandaughter.