Friday, May 25, 2012

Five Minute Friday: Opportunity

Today I'm joining my friend The Gypsy Mama for five minutes where I'll write without editing, backtracking, or second guessing.  Because in the writing? We see the blessings.

Today's topic?  Opportunity.

Ready, Set, Go....
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"Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can - there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did." -Sarah Caldwell

July 2010

She taught me many things, that sweet sister who best described our relationship as familyship...

Listen far more than you speak

Hear with your heart


Dream big dreams

What is frustrating in the moment may serve one well in the long haul

See everything in life as an opportunity

When you live your life as though everything is an opportunity, nothing becomes a true disappointment. I don't mean that disappointment does not occur...I just mean that it won't shatter you into a place that you cannot recover from. Ungluing happens. It is what we do when given the opportunity to be pieced back together that counts.

By seeing the beauty in the opportunities even the failed ones we come to see beauty in ourselves. In the broken. The messy. The mistakes and the triumphs seeing opportunity as a space where we can learn, we will never truly fail.

I am thankful for 
                          ...her perspective.
                                                          ...her friendship.
                                                                                      ...her laughter.
                                                                                                              ....her beauty.

It seems hard to fathom that it's only been twelve months. Twelve impossibly long-feeling months...Of knowing she was preparing to leave, letting her go and then striving to pick up the pieces of us she'd left behind. Throughout all of it, I've heard her strong voice...

See the blessing

Seek the beauty

Be gentle with yourself

Don't miss your moments

What she was saying? Really saying? She was reminding us that every moment is an opportunity.

Today I'm thankful for every single moment.


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Piano Peace

My Little Joy feels music deeply. As a baby she would often sing what she was saying instead of actually speaking it.

When we purchased a piano for the chicks and began lessons two years ago, little did we know where music would transport her.

Our Grace Girl plays because it is required. She enjoys the keys and fingering and sound. But...she would rather be twirling.

For Little Bit, it's an entirely different ball game. Yes, she adores and chases in her leaping sister's footsteps, but her heart is equally attached to the ivories.

Two weeks ago she picked up "Fur Elise" and played it perfectly in her first sitting. No joke. I recorded it for posterity and for her teacher. She's since memorized it and has added some of her own flair.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Five Minute Friday: Identity

Today I'm joining my friend The Gypsy Mama for five minutes where I'll write without editing, backtracking, or second guessing.  Because in the writing? We work to find and see with the heart and not the mind.

Ready, Set, Go.....IDENTITY

I watch you, standing there in the midst of girls women-children that you consider your peers. Their ages eclipse yours, most by half a decade. These are your friends. Their height and weight make you appear waif-like, but you keep up with them all the same. Some even come to learn from you; you teach willingly and with a ready heart. Acceptance is what you seek in this place of yours that you've fought to create for yourself. Your passion lies here, in the leaping and twirling and rhythm of eight counts. 

Here you feel at home

I whisper to you as you sleep and repeat again and again while you are in the waking moments that this is not who you's what you are gifted at. Yes, you use your body and spirit to create beauty in motion, but you? Well, you are our daughter; one created by the King to do and be and dream. I remind you that your identity lies in Him.

I hope you hear me. 

Growing up is a series of steps and leaps, much like your dancing. Learning choreography that is in tune with the world while using your artistic flair to sparkle. YOU are beautiful, just as you were created. Please, in this place we live in, don't lose sight of the lovely that is imprinted within you. 

Your identity is unique, set-apart, as rare as the numbered stars in the heavens. Make it yours. Don't rely on others to create it for you. 

Be you. 

From the inside out.


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

A Bit of Silence

Confession: I started this post on Thursday. It us now Tuesday eve and i am sitting here in the car at dance (with a pup on my lap) attempting to finish it from the iPad. It's how most of the last few weeks has I'm rolling with it.
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My voice has been silent for the better part of the last few hours.

(Insert wide eyes and gaping mouth expression here)

In the whirlwind of the drop offs and pick ups and more drop offs and pick ups I've chosen silence.

It has been glorious

The chicks have been busy with end-of the-year rehearsals and performances and even a competition for the Grace Girl. I've been sewing costumes and pointe shoes and putting hundreds of miles on the vehicle. The professor? He's been illin' with pneumonia. A quarantine was issued and much cleaning done. After eleven days and an antibiotic he's finally at 50%. We've missed him. With a compromised immune system and two lives who depend on my cape-wearing antics, me getting sick isn't optional. So, hugging (or being in the same room for that matter) wasn't happening either. I'm thankful that the cleaning and disinfection procedures are just about over.

Note to self: Add obsessive hand washing/sanitizing/disinfecting to the list of things the girls will need to "get over" when they are older...SIGH

So, that's where I've been lately...surrounded by noise and activity and craving stillness. In the seeking of peace during the chaos, I've been able to give thanks for the blessing of activity in my days. In the acceptance of the now, I find gratitude.

A gratitude that fills me up

The sound of the breeze rustling in the tree above the car doesn't hurt either...


"For you alone my soul in silence waits." Psalm 62:1

Friday, May 4, 2012

Five Minute Friday: REAL

Today I'm joining my friend The Gypsy Mama for five minutes where I'll write without editing, backtracking, or second guessing.  Because in the writing? We find pieces of ourselves that have gone missing, that we're looking to unearth...even if only for five minutes.

We find the REAL.

Ready, Set, Go.....


It's what we are sometimes when no one is looking.

No one but the One who created us. He's always looking. He knew what He was doing when He made echo I plant for myself in my head and my heart.

It's hard.

It's messy.

It's full of tear stains...of "you're better than me" moments...of awkward, uncomfortable silences. It is a place where we generally run from, breathless, hoping that no one has actually seen us.

Real can hurt.


It is only in the real that we can find each other, find ourselves, find Him. In the acceptance of what we are and what we were and what we might never be, or in, perhaps, the dream of what we hope to become...

In those things?

We see the real.

Much like a flower before blooms appear, or the sky as rain passes through, there is a bit of bare before the beauty.

And in that bare?

Real becomes visible...

...It is where the lovely hides.