Just Dance

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt: “Dance” with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

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Dancers Vernon and Irene Castle. Gelatin silve...













Whenever I hear the word “dance” I always think of the LeeAnn Womack song, I Hope You Dance. I also think of Garth Brook’s song, The Dance.

Both of those songs are about not taking anything or anyone for granted. Living life. Sharing days. Looking back and being glad you were there.

In that moment. For that time. Clock hands stand still.

Swaying, and laughing. Stomping and twirling. Moving to slow songs that only you and special others know.


Knowing it won’t…can’t…. last forever……..but, while you are there……just dance.

On A Summer Day…

(Image by sonjalovas via Flickr)
Today, I was reading through some of my old blog posts.

I came across this poem that I wrote last year.

There is just something about summer time……


Summertime Memories

Front porches, tree lined streets,

hometown parades, ice cream treats.

Lightning bugs, stars at night,

running barefoot, tea on ice.

Shucking corn, bumblebees

curtains blowing in the breeze.

Lemonade, country roads,

windows down, lawns need mowed.

Just washed linens smell like sun,

staying up late, having fun.

Coke in a bottle, feet in the sand,

old friendships, lots of plans.

Dawn Gibson


Fireflys, lightning bugs in the pasture at dusk

(Fireflies, lightning bugs in the pasture at dusk. Photo credit: Otto Phokus)

For All Things…

Two young Nokota mares

Early morning sunshine steaming across the open field, turning grass and weeds into stalks of gold.

A cool breeze feels good on warm skin.

Blooming roses, and the smell of lavender fill the air.

Petting the dogs, cats, and horse… telling them “good morning”, knowing they understand every word.

Being thankful for all things, in all things.

Joy does not come from perfection, because no life is perfect…my life included.

Joy comes from choice.

A choice I’m making to see all the things in my life.

Nothing is too big… nor too small

to be thankful for.


Today I am thankful for:

* spinning windmills

* silly dog and spilled dog food

* chores completed…for now

* petting the horse

* playing fetch with the dog

* emails from friends

* a grandmother’s legacy

*  provision prayers answered

*  a multitude of pretty butterflies

* a shaded front porch

* time spent with my own thoughts

* being creative

* God who freely gives gifts

Lazy, Hazy Days…

Summer is a time to relax. Rejuvenate. Rest.

Calendars and clocks are put on hold.

All time is to soak in the beauty of blue skies, and warm sunsets.

Quiet nights, and peaceful mornings, broken by the crow of the roosters.

Sitting on the front porch, flag flapping, catching a slight breeze.

Flip flops and worn tee’s and a cold glass of iced tea.

Finishing a good read.









































































Taking The Risk

5 Minute Friday at The Gypsy Mama…

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

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മലയാളം: Antelope Island Echo Ghost towns













Opening the door.


Jumping with no safety net.


Saying good-bye when you really want to run back.


Stepping out and stepping up.

Knowing in your heart that change is difficult, that the unknown is scary, and that risking is both exhilarating and terrifying.

Being scared…

but, jumping anyway.

Because you never want to look  back and wonder, “what if?”

God’s Country

Autumn Landscape of Door County, Wisconsin

I was given the book years ago. I think it was a yard sale find. The book currently sits on my shelf, where I will  pull it out and soak in the vibrant landscapes of “God‘s Country”.  That is the title of the picture book.

The pictures are of the Blue Ridge mountains, Holmes County, Ohio, Door County, Wisconsin, The Ozarks, Mississippi, rural Idaho, the canyons of the southwest, and the panoramic views of the Pacific northwest. Each of these places has much to offer the eyes and each has vibrant colors and texture to appreciate.

God’s Country.

I’ve had opportunity to visit some of the most beautiful places in the United States…and those places I haven’t been to yet, well, I enjoy the pictures.

Every time I see the pictures, I am reminded. Reminded that these pictures are just images of the real thing. The pictures prove that the beauty exists.

A couple of evenings ago I was outside walking around the property. I came around the corner of the house and there it was, laid out before me. The sky infused with pinks and purples. The trees on the horizon were silhouetted by the last of the evening light.  Breath taking, really.

The thought I had at that moment, “If God creates so much beauty here and now……what must Heaven be like?”  If He does this for me now, allows me to soak in the beauty of His creations, gives  me this picture…….. this place that I live now is gorgeous, no doubt about it. Nature cries out at the glory of its Creator….but, oh  how I can’t wait to see Heaven.

What I have now is just a dull image of what is to come.


Jump over to A Holy Experience where we are all writing about: The Practice of Citizenship: How You Live Here When Your Home is in Heaven.


Cloud Parade

Sometimes, it is okay to be child like.

Find a place to sit or lay down and just watch the sky.

Many a good person has taken the time to relax and stare at the clouds…

watching entire parades of animals prancing their way across the heavens.

Time slows on lazy, hazy summer afternoons.
























































Real Love

One of my favorite children’s stories is, The Velveteen Rabbit. The skin horse and the rabbit are having a discussion in the nursery…..let’s listen in.
English: Cover of The Velveteen Rabbit.
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

“I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.

But the Skin Horse only smiled.


And aren’t we similar to the rabbit in the story?

Asking questions. Wanting to know…

Am I really loved? Do I matter?

Would I still be loved if people knew the real me?

The author of this story was onto something.

That might be why so many people enjoy The Velveteen Rabbit.

They want to be real.

They want to be loved.


The Velveteen Rabbit is a beautiful story…but, it’s just that…a  make believe story.


There is real love. Someone who knows all our imperfections, sees us at our worst and yet, longs for us to know Him.

It is the greatest love story ever told…

and the author is God.

He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. Psalm 40:2 NIV

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  John 3:16 NIV

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8  NIV

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I (Jesus) have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.  John 10:10 NIV

In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.  John 14:2 NIV


Today I am thankful for:

* streaming sunshine

* walking the dog down the driveway

* a drive with hubby

* gorgeous hydrangea bushes

* roses

* a heart that overflows

* God who made a way for me

* Jesus’ sacrifice

* being chosen

* knowing what real love is

Mile Markers

One of the "mile markers" on US 192

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Today the word is: PATH


I’ve often thought about my path in life. I sort of think of it like mile markers on the highway. Significant things that have happened to me, that have changed or somehow altered my path. Sort of like if I opened this “door” and this would happen. If I didn’t do that, than this wouldn’t have occurred, kind of thing.

I look back at all I’ve gone through over the years. The ups and downs. The struggles and doubt, mixed with elation and success. I’m grateful for where I am right now, and the choices that I made to get myself here. Sometimes I look back and am unnerved by stupid decisions that I made and what could have been. The thoughts are not always good ones. I shudder to think.

On occasion I will think back on my life’s journey and smile. The people that I have met along the way have been both interesting and inspiring….and most people that have come across my path have changed me, if even in some little way. Some for the good–and some for the not so good. Either way they helped me get to where I am now.

I can definitely say, without a doubt, that as I look back on the map of my life….pointing to those mile markers….I see God. There is no coincidence, there is only providence. His hand has been on me my entire life. I know there have been times when I’ve made Him happy, and other times that my decisions have grieved My Heavenly Father……but, He was always there.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart
    and lean not on your own understanding;
 in all your ways submit to him,
    and he will make your paths straight.  Proverbs 3:5-6  NIV


Life’s Doors

Baptist Church Hall, Alexander Road, Acocks Gr...

Baptist Church Hall, Alexander Road, Acocks Green – wooden door (Photo credit: ell brown)

Sometimes the door is slammed shut, and seemingly locked.

Human nature strains to pry it open…pounding and knocking.

At times like this, God says, “no, or not yet”.

Pleading with God… I need this. I WANT this. Why won’t you allow it?

I just don’t understand.

And, the truth is, I don’t. Not really.

I’ve dealt with many closed doors in my life, but haven’t we all heard that hard slam?

Unsure and incapable of seeing even 10 seconds into the future…yet, I feel I always know what is best?

Kicking. Screaming. Banging. Hand on wood. Sobbing. Sighing.

Many times God says, wait. I know you don’t understand. Just trust me.

But, it is so hard.

Trust me.

But, this is really inconvenient.

Trust me.

Why not yet?

Trust me.

Waiting is not so much about what you are waiting for,

as it is who you are becoming while you wait.