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!

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

August 16, 2013

Love this challenge  because it is forcing me to look outside of the stress of this moment and focus on being carefree, like this . . . 

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or perhaps like this . . . 

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All Photography Copyright 1995-2013 by Martha L Shaw


Daily Prompt: Back to School

July 26, 2013

 As The Master Sees

Ah, to learn what I had known so well.

As a wee one all around me,

whether sky or the common flea . .  .

All was amazing!

The overlooked trappings of life

Were not overlooked by me!

A puddle was never to be stepped over,

But jumped into with glee!

Every sound was music,

Every step a dance!

As I grew older,

I learned so much!

Suddenly,

I question that.

Perhaps, I knew far better

Way back when . . .

By Martha L Shaw – © 7-26-2013

*me in garden 1963

Acceot the challenge – Learn more – click here!


Mirrored – Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror

July 5, 2013

The challenge:

Complete the following:  Finish this sentence: “When I look in the mirror, I . . . “

My answer?  I saw the need to change my attitude!

Did you ever find someone in your life really “pushes your buttons” so to speak?  You know what I mean:

  • thinks she’s always right (or he’s always right)
  • is so quick to point out that you fall short .  . .
  • seems to be negative all the time
  • always take the stage  . . .

Do you, in your secret heart, find that you cannot ignore this person?  Perhaps, you tell yourself they are distracting?  Tiresome?  Annoying?  Do you argue with him/her to try to set them straight?  Get them to look at things your way?

Look in the mirror:

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I don’t like being the one to have to tell you this, but it might be that the reason they BUG you so is that they are reflecting your attitude back at you! That’s what I saw in my mirror!

Don’t blame or shame . . . because if you do, you’re acting the SAME way!  Not saying we do not ever need to share our concerns, problems, or challenges, but sharing and ranting aren’t the same thing.

My old driving instructor said “where you look is where you’ll head” and I couldn’t STAND IT when he said that but in life when I look down, that’s where I wind up yet when I look UP things brighten, hope comes, impossible becomes simple  . . . because I hand it off to the Lord.  He doesn’t want us to carry more than our share!  He seeks to be our personal Lord and Savior and we are to reflect Him.  Look in the mirror.  What do you see?


Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting: Photo, Poem, Memory

June 7, 2013

Wow, love this Photo Challenge!  I wonder . . . what makes a moment fleeting?  Might it sometimes be something more than the obvious?  Could it occasionally be not the moment itself but our response to it or lack thereof?

So many moments come to mind . . . some of which made me pause and reflect and some of which I all but missed as I had viewed them as an intrusion while I focused on something else then later wondered what I’d missed . . .

My late father loved sunsets and as he suffered from Parkinson’s and couldn’t capture them with his camera . . . and since he lived with me . . . he’d come looking for me to “get that contraption” and capture them myself.  He wasn’t up to using new technology but loved the notion of a camera without film and a computer which could find and show anything he asked me to look for . . . so, I learned to keep a camera near the door to be ready to hold a sunset in my hand.  I have loved them ever since those days, yet when I gaze upon them now, I feel not the setting sun’s warmth, but rather the warmth of Daddy’s love . . .

Displaced Blessings

Fleeting moments . . .

Can they be caught?

How often have I overlooked

What I have so longed for

As I closed the door on my heart

And drew the drapes?

Were they fleeting at all

Or did they merely coast along

And find a resting place

Without blinds?

by Martha L Shaw – © 6-7-2013

closeup of trees at sunset

in the pink

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Daily Prompt: The Little Things

May 3, 2013

Describe a little thing — one of the things you love that define you worlds but is often overlooked.

Once a bright sky blue, the old and very tired recliner is now gray and there are thread bare patches of the off white cushion beneath the upholstery along with stains from coffee sipped from a mug held in a hand stiff and trembling with age and disease.

If you came to my home and noticed it at all, in a place of honor in my sitting room, you’d wonder why on earth I keep it.  It is my prayer chair. My dear Lord is with me every moment of my life, but in that chair, my Dad’s favorite chair, I can always count on a hug from Daddy even though he has gone to be with Jesus and from that special place, I am reminded of what an amazing example Daddy was of my loving Lord Jesus’ love for me.

No matter what extremes the day brings to me, highs or lows, I can take them to a special place in my heart and soul and know Love will share them there.  When I need to be reminded of how much I am loved, a tattered and worn chair reminds me . . .

Happy Birthday Daddy.  I love you.

Happy Birthday Daddy. I love you.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Color

April 5, 2013

Gloom and glory go hand in hand.  Have you noticed?  It is midday where I sit yet the sun in just now beginning to shine outside my window.  As I approach the lamp and snap it off finally, I see more than a colorful lampshade.

  • I see reflected glory.
  • I see patriotism.  
  • I see Christian love.  
  • I see friendship.  

My pretty lamp was a gift from a friend as she packed up her home and prepared for deployment.  She is in the military.  At any moment she can  be sent to the center of a war-torn part of the world where she will serve willingly, lead and protect others, live surrounded by death, dying, and destruction.  Yet, my friend presents a calm spirit in the face of it all.  She sees life as full of beauty and color.  So, on this gloomy day, do I.  Thanks Lynn!

I present this to you in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge.  To participate, click here and read all about it.  The theme? Color!

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