In December each year, the Canadian Wildlife Federation sends me a calendar, and I send them a donation. This year they included a small fundraising insert with the following quote:
“In the end we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.”
—Baba Dioum
I’ve been having vivid dreams for weeks now. Â As in, take-me-to-the-movies dreams, with wildly elaborate plot lines, detailed to the Nth degree.
You might think this is normal for a creative type, but it’s way over the top for me, and it does not make for restful sleep.
My subconscious is trying to tell me something.
When was the last time you got a handwritten letter in the mail? We don’t see many handwritten letters anymore, or printed letters carefully laid out on beautiful stationery. It’s a treat when it happens. You get a little thrill when a package arrives in the mail, even if it’s something you bought and paid for yourself.
In my imagination, a new bank starts up. They send me a yo-yo, with the word “Steady…” engraved on the face. The introductory letter says something like, “We know how it feels, watching the ups and downs of the economy. We’re here to help you plan sensibly for a more secure future, so you can enjoy today.”