I dreamed last night. Something not unusual for me--But what I dreamed was disturbing.
I dreamed I was in another country. I'm not sure what I was there for, but a little girl about 6 or 7 came up to me and smiled at me. I asked her what her name was in a different language I didn't know I could speak. She responded Moshi. Swahili for Smoke. I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up, and suddenly, the light the shined in her eyes was gone. She pointed to he bloated stomach. Moshi was starving and knew she would never grow up. Suddenly, other children appeared and one by one shouted out there names. Each of these children were from different countries than Moshi, but all had a bloated belly. After all the names were spoken, they suddenly grew thinner by the minute, until nothing was left except their bones. All stacked in a pile with no identity. I tried to help the, but there were invisible barriers that I couldn't get past, I watched in horror as they died. Then there mothers one by one appeared and said to me in their native language: "Couldn't you have helped them?"
I awoke from my terrible dream, but I couldn't forget the graphic detail of it. Does it mean I'm supposed to do something in my life where I can help these children?
About Me
- Evie
- South Dakota, United States
- Life is a continuous journey Beauty is always along the way; however, it is sometimes hidden by fatigue and attitude. My life is no exception of this.—Life is beautiful. I grew up in the Midwest—the best place on earth to grow up. Where taking time in this busy world is still valued, where doing things the old fashioned way still happens and where family and friends are still a first priority. I grew up with a family that sat down and ate a home cooked supper most nights, with a mom that still used Ball and Kerr Jars to can strawberry and plum jams, salsa,and pickles. In the summer we would eat fresh vegetables from my Mom’s garden and watch thunder storms roll in from the north. My dad instilled in me the joy of the outdoors and now I continue be outside as much as possible. My brothers and I grew up in a home that supports the Arts and had parents that encouraged us to play music. A love for music is now instilled in each of us in different ways. I started to study flute in 5th grade and am currently pursuing a flute major, and have now taken up the guitar and folk singing. As I take the next step in my journey, I live by the mantra—Do what you like. Like what you do.
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