Remember when you were a young girl and you dreamt of your “dream husband”, he always wound up looking like a Ken doll or perhaps like a Disney character of sorts right? You’d piece him together with what attributes you held value with at the time. Of course he was of the flawless nature, had a permeant kind smile solely fixated on you and no one else. This mind-made man was so dreamy everyone would be super jealous – I mean, especially because he would almost always come riding into your life on horseback. Maybe for some of you Dream Man was a strong lumberjack or just your average blonde beach babe (of course like Ken himself). Mine, most of the time was a cross between Sean Hunter from Boy Meets World and Sleeping Beauty’s Prince Charming.
Needless to say, Sean Charming never stumbled upon my lunch table to make me blush over his cuteness pre-reprimanding from Feeney or in my local forest to finish the words to my yearning love songs with the woodland creatures. Here I am twenty-four and still befuddled by my childhood misconceptions about love and the perfect mate…clearly it’s all my mother’s fault for bringing me up in the city void of any magical forests.
Given that it is the encroaching days leading up to all Hallow’s Eve I’ve been revisiting some of my favorite holiday classics such as Hocus Pocus and Practical Magic. Thus, you find the understanding of how I managed to let my mind wander over to this focus of thought. Practical Magic is one of my favorite movies and has many scenes I will never be able to get out of my head (this I am nowhere near upset about whatsoever, replay please!) One in particular that I have an undying love affair with is the scene in which Sally conjures up a love spell for the “Perfect Man” in order to avoid the unrelenting Owen family Curse of Heartache.
Sally’s True Love Spell called Amas Veritas: “He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards. He can flip pancakes in the air. He’ll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he’ll have one green eye and one blue.”
Thinking of this makes me realize that although I am not a child anymore and may not hold value to such frivolous characteristics, I do however catch myself subconsciously attempting to pull off an “Amas Veritas” pretty much on a daily basis. Quite the waste of time, I’m sure is what you all are thinking. Maybe, but remember I’ve already fearlessly declared to all of you how much “I just Love love”.
Tonight after work I was thinking of what my spell would be if I were Sally and could conjure up the perfect man void of any heartbreak…
He’d have a sort of crooked smile that would form out of a giggle after I made yet another one of my witty comments or fearlessly honest and blunt questions about life. He’d find it so perfect that I am forever in a separate love affair with words and that my chose modes of expressing this is through lettering and crating. He’d be strong willed and my biggest fan even when I’m being a bit testy out of the blue (sorry I am a gemini it’s part of the package deal). We’d have a constant connection of building interest in exploration of all things new. Most of all, he’d just adore me – by this I mean he’d always look at me as if I’ve somehow done it again (gone ahead and managed to make him fall even more in love with me than I had the day before).
A simplistic love, not an extravagant one full of childish vanities such as the ones I held value to when I was in grade school drawing up my first picturesque love story in my head of Sean Charming.
Maybe my conjurings of true love will be helpful to me or maybe not but nonetheless its great to see the development of my mind. My shift in values is for the better and I see an establishment in maturity that I am quite proud of myself for. Looks practically didn’t even make the revised list of Dream Boy 2013 if you choose not to count the quirky smile requirements. Now I focus on converging interests and qualities that promote each other’s happiness such as our ability to laugh and connect.
I’m sure none, or very few of you, managed to come to life-altering thoughts such as these from recently re-watching those classic childhood films you’ll never be able to get enough of such as Practical Magic. Perhaps my mind tends to wander in bizarre directions but I like it this way & so will Dream Man…drafts 1-500.
How did you channel your happiness today? : )