A Time For Us

I find myself sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room, and I’m here to tell you that magic lives. And you can count on it to help you find yourself when the “Paper Cuts Fairy” seems to be running your life. It makes dreams come true. This Christmas was carved out of magic and dreams. It was honest and real…full of laughs and tears, love, fears…and most especially…magic, and dreams.

 I believe in magic…and dreams…and the magic of dreams. Some magic you have to see to believe. But the most powerful magic works the other way around…you have to believe it first to see it. That kind of magic lives in the same place way down deep inside us…all the way inside…in the same place where our dreams are born…the place where, “yourself” lives. “Belief” is the lightning bolt that shocks your dream…and ignites  your powerful personal magic.

 And as you know, when you’ve been around long enough to be a member of the Louie-Louie Generation, you need all the powerful help you can get. My buddy Al just bought a new hearing aid. He told me “It cost $4,000 but it’s state of the art. It works perfectly.” I said, “What kind is it?” He said, “Twelve thirty.”

 I mean, when you skip trick or treating because you get winded just ringing a doorbell, or you’re the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker, or you’ve given some serious consideration to asking your live in partner to chew your food for you…sometimes…you find yourself forgetting things. Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation says, “God doesn’t let Louie-Louie folks give birth to babies because we might forget where we put them.”

If you’re a Louie-Louie Generation lad or lady, I’m sure you’ve found yourself looking for your glasses while you’re wearing them. You’ve found yourself standing in the middle of a room trying to remember why you walked into that room. And I know you’ve found yourself a little surprised at the face looking back when you look in a mirror. Been there, done that.

 It’s a little frustrating some times, but…as long as you find yourself…you’re still cooking. And as long as you find yourself…and you keep believing in your dreams, you’re still hot. The Pimple People don’t like hot. They’re too kool, and they spell cool with a K instead of a “c”. Maybe they avoid using a c, because they don’t want to see…as in see where you are and what you’re doing, see people…one at a time…see the magic all around you…and the magic inside you.

I am going to keep reminding you all year long, that if you want…you really always can find yourself…when you respect your dreams enough to really believe in your own magic, even if…sometimes …the rabbit in the hat bites your hand…and people laugh at you, and tell you how not kool is is to be a dreamer.

 Dick’s Details Quiz. (All answers are in the current podcast.)

1-    What kind of clothes help make today’s movies popular ?

2-    If Santa didn’t eat those cookies, where did they go ?

3-    What ticks off the guys at the Viagra factory ?

Dick’s Details. They take your off your mind. 

Speaking of dreams and magic, there have been four magical women in my life. My Mom gave me life, and she made sure I knew how to love the life she gave me. Another woman gave me a home, and four great sons…and I am so grateful to her, and so proud of them. Still another woman in my life is our daughter. She’s all grown up now. But ever since the first time I saw her…the day she was born…she had a look in her eye, and a special smile that has always made me try very hard to be the kind of man she thinks I am. And…my Lady Wonder Wench. She started me believing in the power of my own dreams. I tried to put it down in words all those years ago. And it became a story I called, “If It Weren’t For Dreams.” It’s in the current podast. It was amazing…what she did all those years ago. And it was just as amazing, very early this morning…watching her smiling in her sleep…with her head on the pillow next to me.

 “If It Weren’t For Dreams” is in the lovin touch personal audio cd. If you like it, you can just keep the current podcast. Or if you want a fresh copy, just download it from the lovin touch icon on the home page.

 We’ve seen a lot of New Years…us Louie-Louie Generation folks. We’ve learned some things. We know, for example, that your car will make it through the tunnel way up ahead without you scrunching down in your seat. We’re not afraid of the things under our beds. We know we can take total irresponsibility for our lives if we want to. And we sometimes do just that. 

We know that we really DON’T know what’s going to happen in the new year. But let’s power up a little of our dream magic. Take a few minutes…it’ll be an interesting experience…grab a few deep breaths…feel where those deep breaths go…that’ll help you find your self. And I have a hunch you’ll also find a surprise when we’re finished doing this. It’ll be a surprise, left for you by  someone you’re missing right now.

 Let’s start with this Christmas tree…right next to my chair. I’m going to leave it up for a while. I love the scent, and the lights, the family treasure of ornaments, especially the forty year old tinfoil star at the top. Let yourself power up some of your own magic right now…grab the feeling of a few gentle snowflakes on your eyelashes… and the feeling of a pair of bright red, warm mittens warming both of your hands…and a dream about the most special Valentine’s day of your life…either one that’s past, or one that’s yet to come…and the touch of a lover’s hand on the first warm day of late winter, and seeing a rainbow…and the most brightly colored Easter egg you ever saw…a crystal clear star lit night? How about watching and feeling and hearing a thunderstorm …while you’re safe and dry inside…then walking outside into the scent of the warm, wet grass…warm sunlight on your shoulders…the clink of ice cubes in a tall glass of lemonade…soft sand between your toes…the Star Spangled Banner sung by 50,000 baseball fans on the fourth of July…a sudden early fall chill…trick or treaters looking up at you and laughing…everyone you love around your Thanksgiving table… with lots of turkey, and cranberry sauce…and then … Auld Lang Syne again. But this time…listen. Listen closely. Because when you listen closely enough, and you let yourself believe in the magic, you’ll find yourself…and the surprise I promised you. If you listen closely enough, I think you’ll hear the voice of someone who’s missing this year…singing along with you…one more time. 

Happy New Year

One Response to “A Time For Us”

  1. Betsy says:

    Thanks Dick. Magic lives.