I knew I wanted to write today but my last seven days have been rather a varied but jammed dance card and I fretted over topic. As you may know today is Sunday. More specifically it is Easter Sunday. (I say this lest the reader infer that these posts are of little or no moment. Rather, they do include significant facts.) On this day, Christians world-wide celebrate today as one of victory and peace. After a whirlwind of a week, having been greeted with paradoxically co-existent and unbounded awe and adoration seven days previous on Palm Sunday, (having arrived majestically on his ass) things went south as the days paraded forth. The tidal rapture morphed into popular doubt and ultimate rejection culminating, as these downward trending spirals do - in condemnation, accusation and mob wailing/shrieking demands for his crucifixion and death.
But please know that this opening paragraph in no way implies - nor should you infer - that I'd just had one of those "Jesus weeks". It was nothing more than 'reportorial orientation' as it were. Viewed as one of the trusted journalistic "W"s, it was a 'when'. Easter Sunday.
Still the topic remained my "bete noire". Therefore I relied on my old friend serendipity. I keep a particular book beside my bed - "Dance While You Can" - an anthology of saws that remind one to live life to the fullest. (Let's face it, we all have days when we'd rather stay in beddie-bye.) So I decided to open the book in a desultory fashion and let the words on this random page guide my quill. (Just kidding. I recently bought a pencil. Let's hope I didn't also need an eraser.) Here we go:
VISUAL: Feet in white Keds, first position, ballet.
WORDS: I will not stand to the side
And allow the music in my heart
To fade away and die.
I will dance to my own life's song.
This past week was spring break for two of my grandchildren. With the exception of Tuesday, we had made great plans to have lots of fun. The happiness began on Monday with our trip to the zoo.
|CHARLIE WATCHES THE ELEPHANTS SNACK|
seven year old Emma and three year old Charlie love animals. I was told at the last minute that we were to be joined by our best friends, seven year old twins, as well as a third friend, a female. Undaunted, off we went.
Naturally, the assembled group was able to move along and view the furry end feathered creatures with greater speed than was the grandmother. Nevertheless as they buggied, I waltzed. (dancing to my own life's song as it were) And as one of my daughter's type A dear friends insisted on moving the group along at a steeple chase pace, I paused at will to capture the beauty of some of the more graceful though less exciting animals.
|Emma gettin' ready to do the "Lemur Hop"|