Be Like a Good Cherry

“Though Hard to You, This Journey May Appear, Happy Day!  All is Right”

This song came through my head as I woke this morning.

Be like a good cherry; sweet, yet firm

If you are soft and mushy, you will be spit out of the mouth with distaste!

DREAM

It seemed most of the night I was in this dream; in India?

I was with the women and children, mostly children.  The beach community was taken over--by someone French?  There was a prince child, a boy— a dignified, yet a loving boy—who served everyone, and as a result, we would all have given our lives to protect him at all costs.  One time the enemy was coming and I was alone in a room, so I hid behind boxes.  A French soldier stood over me, gun aimed but decided he couldn’t kill a helpless child…I think I was a child.  A bus was used as an object to trick the army.  Right before I woke, a young Indian woman and I had wandered further down the beach and we found cool water well--we drank joyfully, but then notice in the eerie silence and in a fog that we must be in an enemy camp and should, very quietly, and very quickly LEAVE at once!