What's This POWER Pupsy Got??
My father gave PUPSY to my mom on their very first date, back in 1959. That would make PUPSY 46 years old, or 10 years older than me. My parents gave me PUPSY when I was born. Believe me, she didn't look much better back then. In fact, I had one friend, LP, who refused to sleep in my room if Pupsy was present. She was just too darn dirty and scary looking for her liking. Thank goodness LP had a twin sister named SP who promised to protect her from the Wrath of Pupsidome, and our slumber party went on as planned.
Looking back now, I'm starting to wonder what it is about stuffed animals that we love so much when we're kids. We give them so much power. I mean, come on--I wouldn't sleep over Cousin Chrissy's house unless I had Pupsy in tow. One time, Pupsy's eye fell off and I refused to even think about going to sleep unless my aunt stitched the eye back on (you can see evidence of the stitching and gluing in the above photo). It was as if Pupsy was going to save my life if an intruder came into my cousin's house; or Pupsy was going to pull me out of a blazing fire. Like I said, Pupsy was my security blanket--she made me feel secure, like nothing bad could ever happen to me. I felt helpless and afraid without her.
Pupsy, of course, is an inanimate object, so the power and protection I felt coming from her was really coming from a place deep inside of me. Obviously, I was projecting my innate power onto Pupsy. I just gave Pupsy the power because I didn't know I had it within myself. I had to believe that someone else was going to have to save me, because I wasn't brave or strong enough to save myself. That's okay for a child to do, but so many of us carry this line of thinking with us into adulthood.
I don't remember how old I was when I didn't need Pupsy's 'protection' anymore, but she still holds a special place in my heart because of of the love and protection she once stood for.
Well, now that I'm on the subject of childhood stuffed animals, let me introduce you to Clara. This past Thanksgiving, my cousin G. came over to remove the air conditioner from my bedroom window. He asked, "Do you still have that Gene Vincent box-set that you bought out in San Francisco?" This got me searching through the attic cubby holes of the house, whereupon I found Clara. She was second on the totem-pole, right behind Pupsy. Clara was cool, but she didn't possess the security-blanket powers that Pupsy possessed. I usually brought both Pupsy and Clara with me to sleepovers, but I could make it through the night without Clara. I used to feel guilty that she played second fiddle. It's beyond me that I would even think that a stuffed animal would give two hoots! But, you know, my vivid imagination was always at work, even back then. Just look at her clothes! In the photos she's wearing vintage Bhakti Coulter from the 1970's. I designed and created her ensemble using a cut up pair of jeans for the jean jacket, and some black fabric for the pants. The jean jacket was fashioned after Dallis (sic), Matt Dillon's character in the movie version of The Outsiders. I even wrote the name Dallis on the front of the jacket. Her pants were fashioned after Sandy, Olivia Newton-John's character in Grease. You might be able to make out the green Mohawk. I don't know who that was fashioned after.
Anyway, thank you for humoring me by reading about my stuffed animals. You may be wondering, "How did we go from meditation instructions to stuffed animals??" Well, it's interesting to note the difference in my thinking as a child vs. now. Back then I projected my innate power onto something else, now I'm aware of the power within.
tags: spirituality, humor, journal