Many years ago, I’m gonna guess probably more than 20, my younger sister gifted me with the cutest little box of dolls. Some of you may be familiar with them. They are little Guatemala worry dolls.
These little dolls can be found in little oval shape yellow boxes. The legend goes, when you have worries or troubles, you take a doll out of the box, tell it your troubles and then put the doll under your pillow when you go to sleep at night.
For children, if they are scared of the dark or worried about monsters under the bed (or any of other night time scary thing), the doll will ease their fear and help them sleep better at night.
When you wake up in the morning, your troubles will be gone. It’s a lovely legend and the dolls really are tiny.
So these cute little worry dolls come in a pretty little yellow box. There are many sizes but none too big.
So anyway, I have a little box of these guys. It was tucked away in a box filled with trinkets, thingies and other little boxes. You know the kind I’m talking about. We all have that one box or drawer, amirite?
I never paid much attention to this little yellow oval shaped box. It was a cute gift, I put it away in a safe place and forgot all about it.
Until this happened…
Fast forward to 2015 to prevent making this a long drawn out story. When I was packing and sorting and doing the check and chuck before I headed down to Guatemala, I very quickly went through my box of boxes, mindlessly grabbed a few things and tossed the rest away.
In packing my things, it was so hard to decide what to keep and what to toss. I mean, I had to go through 53 years of my life and pack it all in two suitcases. I didn’t know when I was ever going to return to Canada, if I ever was.
My future was up in the air. All I had was a one way ticket, hopes and dreams.
When I finally arrived here, found a place to live and started unpacking, lo and behold, there was my little box of Guatemala worry dolls.
They made their way back home ❤ It was right in that very moment, I just knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.
For the first few months of being down here alone, I used a doll every night to take away my fears and worries.
The cute little oval yellow box now sits proudly on my bookshelf, never to be tossed in a box of boxes ever again. ❤
Peace and Love
ox iva xo