wednesday whimsy : slow dancin'

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i had all the intention in the world to wake up this morning & go to my 6:00am yoga class.
instead, i literally had to peel myself out of bed like a wilted banana. i kept hearing a sharp tapping noise, which i later discovered to be raining ice?!! "it's raining ice & yet supposed to be 50 degrees on Friday? ahh michigan" i thought.
i also thought that it was March 1st. as i kept trying to move faster, get going, WAKE UP!!!, this little voice in my head kept saying, how is today already March 1st?
yep. today is the type of morning where i am almost too tired to even make that giant pot of coffee. as i began to get back to emails, i realized it was actually February 29th... Leap Day! well now that explains a lot!
appropriately enough, i came across this poem :
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
or listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
cause you never had time to call and say hi?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
it's like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life isn't a race, so take it slower,
hear the music before your song is over.
the poem above was emailed to me by my wonderful Mom & is called Slow Dance, by David L. Weatherford. it is yet another great reminder of how easily we can all just hurry through our days without appreciating the little things that make life so sweet.
i know i can easily make the excuse that today is Leap Day so "it's okay to slow down just a bit",,, "it's okay to savor this special day that comes around almost every 4 years"...
but i know in my heart that the truth is that every day should be treated as special as a Leap day.
& i know that some days i will be better at doing so than others... and that's okay.
i don't know about you but for now, for today, i'm going to stop what i am doing, grab Jones & take a moment to go slow dancin' in the rain.
yes, in the ice rain.
because today,,,
well TODAY is a great day to be LIVING.
(not to mention i know a certain someone that will appreciate it too
)
if Jones could speak, i think he would be saying "can we play frisbee too Mom? pretty please!!!"
instead, i literally had to peel myself out of bed like a wilted banana. i kept hearing a sharp tapping noise, which i later discovered to be raining ice?!! "it's raining ice & yet supposed to be 50 degrees on Friday? ahh michigan" i thought.
i also thought that it was March 1st. as i kept trying to move faster, get going, WAKE UP!!!, this little voice in my head kept saying, how is today already March 1st?
yep. today is the type of morning where i am almost too tired to even make that giant pot of coffee. as i began to get back to emails, i realized it was actually February 29th... Leap Day! well now that explains a lot!

appropriately enough, i came across this poem :
or listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
cause you never had time to call and say hi?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
it's like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life isn't a race, so take it slower,
hear the music before your song is over.

the poem above was emailed to me by my wonderful Mom & is called Slow Dance, by David L. Weatherford. it is yet another great reminder of how easily we can all just hurry through our days without appreciating the little things that make life so sweet.
i know i can easily make the excuse that today is Leap Day so "it's okay to slow down just a bit",,, "it's okay to savor this special day that comes around almost every 4 years"...
but i know in my heart that the truth is that every day should be treated as special as a Leap day.

& i know that some days i will be better at doing so than others... and that's okay.

i don't know about you but for now, for today, i'm going to stop what i am doing, grab Jones & take a moment to go slow dancin' in the rain.
yes, in the ice rain.

because today,,,
well TODAY is a great day to be LIVING.


if Jones could speak, i think he would be saying "can we play frisbee too Mom? pretty please!!!"

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xxoo

ksen

