Branch Out!

June 11, 2019

If a tree were to resist

shedding her colorful autumn leaves,

when would come spring?

When would come summer?

If we resist change

we cannot question why

we do not grow.

Do not choose death – choose life!

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2015 Words and Image

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Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words

August 19, 2013

dance 

I Want To Dance, Too!

 

Dance, little one!  Dance to the music in your soul as though nobody else is looking!  Dance to the tune in your heart!  Rest a minute if you must, but not too long!  Soon the drum beat will sound, the notes will fill the air with a melody so sweet!  Join the circle and shine like the sun! 

When I was small, I knew only possibilities!  Every sound was music, every word was poetry, every creature was my friend!  I awakened each morning eager to begin . . . then I grew a little older and the world around me began to look different.  I felt different.  Different . . . once a word which defined new discoveries, new opportunities, adventures, new friends, suddenly felt like something else.  Like the little green creature with the pointed nose, it seemed everything around me pointed at me and the words I heard were not poetry anymore.  Now, they warned me that I wasn’t like other people.  The music which before had beckoned me to join the rest and dance to a happy tune had become a neon sign which said  “keep out.”  Suddenly, all the world seemed to point me toward a mirror of my faults and instead of approaching the circle to join in and dance to the happy tune, I huddled in a corner and watched.  The hands seemed eager to link together and close the gap in a desire to leave me out, and I allowed them to do so.  It hurt, but I denied this telling myself I didn’t care, but still when the music played, my in secret heart I wanted to dance, too.

Dance, little one!  Dance to the music in your soul as though nobody else is looking!  Dance to the tune in your heart!  Rest a minute if you must, but not too long!  Soon the drum beat will sound, the notes will fill the air with a melody so sweet!  Join the circle and shine like the sun! 

The others seemed to be having so much fun.  It seemed as though everyone belonged and it suddenly seemed everyone “had it all.”  Everyone but me.  The words which used to sound like poetry now seemed to tease and then to taunt me with their labels . . . the image in the mirror seemed to reflect a misfit.  It never used to do that.  When did I change?  What did I do?  How did this happen?  Something was missing, but where did it go and how do I get it back?  Was it my hair? Could it be my clothes?  Oh, perhaps the shape of my nose?  There and then I would hear the music begin again and my toes would begin to ever so gently and discretely tap to its beat until I realized this and stopped.  They might see.  Oh, what would they say?  But still, in my secret heart I wanted to dance, too.

Dance, little one!  Dance to the music in your soul as though nobody else is looking!  Dance to the tune in your heart!  Rest a minute if you must, but not too long!  Soon the drum beat will sound, the notes will fill the air with a melody so sweet!  Join the circle and shine like the sun! 

As the circle floated about in its merry way, suddenly it seemed a pointed effort to escape away from me.  The circle of life had for me begun to be one of coldness where once had been such warmth and opportunity.  Sleep came still, in the night, yet dreams of cotton candy were replaced with something far less sweet and the gentle and inviting melodies sounded more like fingers crashing on the piano keys!  Crash . . . crash . . . crash!   Awakening with a start, I would find another day had begun but would this be a new beginning or a sorrowful reminder of yesterday and the day before.  Surely mirrors don’t lie?  Morning’s melody in those earliest moments of the day still had brief reminders of a happy tune from long ago and I wanted to dance, too.

Dance, little one!  Dance to the music in your soul as though nobody else is looking!  Dance to the tune in your heart!  Rest a minute if you must, but not too long!  Soon the drum beat will sound, the notes will fill the air with a melody so sweet!  Join the circle and shine like the sun! 

What would happen if I left my spot in the corner of the world?  What would happen if I approached the circle?  From my hiding place, I could see the happy smiles.  Would there be one for me?  Let me dance with you!   But inwardly I heard the shush as voices seemed to whisper, “look who’s coming!”  The circle seemed to spin faster and faster and I couldn’t seem to reach it and join in.  But I wanted to dance, too!

Dance, little one!  Dance to the music in your soul as though nobody else is looking!  Dance to the tune in your heart!  Rest a minute if you must, but not too long!  Soon the drum beat will sound, the notes will fill the air with a melody so sweet!  Join the circle and shine like the sun! 

Then, one day I noticed something new.  Clouds in the sky of my soul seemed to dissipate and as the circle danced around and around the faces and brightly colored costumes began to blend together in such a special way.  It seemed that what so clearly stood out before the music played had, once the dancing stated,  blended together in such a pretty way!  Forgetting myself, I rose up and danced just beside the rest.  Something new happened that day . . . the music suddenly paused a moment and one gentle hand reached out to mine and then another!  Different became unique.  Unique became special.  The music started up again and this time, I was part of the circle and I danced, too!


My Cross – My Answered Prayer

September 19, 2012

 

I woke up feeling sad the other day.  Much of my life feels and truly is better than it has ever been, but there are one or two challenges which weigh me down no matter how I try to surrender them . . . since I keep picking them back up.  So, I was laying in bed praying for stronger faith and praying for the ability to feel the peace of Christ which I know lives deep within me.  My eyes were closed.  It was early in the morning and still dark out.  As I felt peace in my soul and my body, I opened my eyes and as I simply gazed up at the bedroom ceiling, there before my eyes was a cross.  What I saw was a simple shape formed from what clearly were two pieces of rough wood.  I closed my eyes and opened them again wondering how this could be?  My ceiling is simply white and the sun wasn’t up yet.  I hadn’t turned on any lights.  There was nothing reflecting light in my eyes and causing a shadow or any kind.  I looked around the room wondering how this vision could appear this way.  Then I realized it could only do so because the Lord caused it.  It was the answer to my prayer.  It was clearly a reminded I could see as well as feel of His love.  I got up and faced the day.

Last night I had trouble getting to sleep.  My human weakness seems to loom large in my mind and sleep wouldn’t come.  So, I was in my bed trying not to “think” and trying to focus on my prayers and trying to think of something or someone aside from myself.  I was distracted by worry.  I closed my eyes and seeked Him . . . I couldn’t hear His voice.  I opened my eyes and there once again was the exact same vision of a cross before my eyes.  EXACTLY THE SAME even though the light conditions were different, my position was different.  No way to explain it away in a logical human way.  He was with me and He did answer my prayer once again.  His love was and is the only answer needed. 

 


News Flash!

October 28, 2011

An article I wrote was published in the Charleston Post and Courier today.  If anyone would like to read this, here’s a link to it published in the online version of the paper.  It’s identical to the “paper” version. 

http://www.postandcourier.com/news/2011/oct/28/things-are-looking-up-in-the-holy-city/?print


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