Make Pets of Your Worries

Last night as I went to bed I knew I was in need of the zing that comes from magic. I needed to imagine something fun and enjoyable. As I was in the half dream state, drifting off to sleep I was musing on the way sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care, as someone once said. I decided to go to my fantasy castle. The castle was chilly so I snuggled into the pile of warm wonderful furs I had on my bed. Some little creatures approached me and asked if they could also cuddle. I said yes then found out they were a gaggle of my worries. I decided to allow them into my nest and accepted them. I had been blocking them away, looking for someone else to handle them, running from them and so on, before. As I accepted them they told me, in soft squeaky voices, that they were my friends in the way that other negative feeling could be. Signals. In as: anger is the signal that there is something that needs to be dealt with. My worry pets said they had come to me to see to it that I was firmly anchored in the real world. That I was not to sort them away in boxes but to visit with them from time to time. They promised that if I would do that, in a friendly way, they would help make my life in the real world better for me. Peacefully I agreed and drifted off to sleep.