Just Dance

Join us over at The Gypsy Mama.

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..

OK, are you ready? Please give me your best five minutes on:

Dance…

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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.

Dancing.

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

On A Summer Day…

Porch
(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

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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.

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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.

Aaaahhhh…..summertime.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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..

OK, are you ready? Please give me your best five minutes on:::

Risk…

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മലയാളം: Antelope Island Echo Ghost towns

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Risk

Opening the door.

Risk

Jumping with no safety net.

Risk

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

Risk

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.

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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.