Honeysuckle Air: The Pennies Dreams

Having grown up in a small town, I never felt poor since there was one girl at school who was definitely more in need than me. But no running water and one or two light bulbs probably qualified me as rather poor.

Although I put on a brave face, I must have had some awareness of our limited financial state. I suspect this because of a recurrent dream. Sometimes it came in the night; other times it appeared when I fell asleep in the car.

I dreamed I was hanging, or floating, in the air above our house. I always saw pennies rushing by me but never could reach any. I contend that sometimes our subconscious mind knows things before we can articulate them. (Back then I’d never heard of the song Pennies From Heaven yet this dream definitely fell in that category.)

My dreams seemed to say I had some understanding that we were in the “have-nots” strata of society. Yet my reaching for those pennies spoke of a spark of hope that someday I’d find a penny or two:-)

Although I never became rich, or wanted to for that matter, I’ve lived a good life. I had all I needed and was able to contribute to my world by teaching and nurturing some who were underserved in their educational environments.

The dreams stopped when I started earning my own money at age 12 and 13–working in the school cafeteria for my lunches. This seemed to provide the empowerment I needed to slowly edge myself out of a victim position.;

Guess I managed to catch a few pennies after all:-)

Copyright 2019 by Hildra Tague. Obtain permission for use in print or online.

 

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Career educator in both public and private schools. Has tutored all ages. Writes about education, parenting, & seniors. Sings harmony with folk/rock group and a choir. Caregiver for spouse who dealt with Stage IV cancer. Happy person committed to nature and conservation of a green world.
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