Put your hand upon my hip. When I dip, you dip, we dip…
Life is a dance intracate and beautiful. We’re all just whirling… uncertain or confident, proud or weak or strong or shamed. We dance,because we must, because that’s what we are. We are the dance, the music, the words, the life. And we bow to our parteners and take their hands and fly or we dance with a broom handle or in the quiet comfort of our room. We tap our fingers or strum our kness. We dance this complicated samba. Rubbing navels with the joy that is life. Breath in your lungs and the sweet taste of the day on your lips. Dancing in harmony in great graceful swirlings until it is our time to move on.
“They laugh because it hurts… because it’s the only thing that’ll make it stop hurting.” ~ Heinlein
If we didn’t laugh we would all go insane. It’s the miricale and tragedy of the human race.. our joy, our folly our aungiush and pain and happiness. SPilling over in great rolling waves of laughter. “The goodness is in the laughing… it is a bravery… a sharing… against pain and sorrow and defeat.” ~Heinlein We laugh and smile and go on as well as we can. We do what we must to live and stay whole. We laugh so we don’t break.
“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” — J.D. Salinger
Don’t even tell them your name, because they will have a piece of you forever and you’ll never take it back. Everytime you give a piece of your self away… you rarely notice, save when the pieces begin to leave you. And you notice taht parts of you are gone… not completely or iretriveably, but you miss them. He washed over her as a wave washes over a beach and left some of himself with her and much the same way as the sand goes out with the tide, so a piece of her went with him.
“This poor little caryatid has fallen under the load. She’s a good girl—look at her face. Serious, unhappy at her failure, not blaming anyone, not even the gods…and still trying to shoulder her load, after she’s crumpled under it.
this symbol means every man and woman who ever sweated out life in uncomplaining fortitude until they crumpled under their loads. It’s courage…and victory.
Victory in defeat, there is none higher. She didn’t give up…she’s still trying to lift that stone after it has crushed her…she’s all the unsung heroes who couldn’t make it but never quit.” ~Heinlein
Victory in defeat… is not admiting defeat. You can be down, but as long as you refuse to go out you are still victorious. Strength when there is none Hope without reason. Endurance without end. To go on is all the strength that matters.
“the quiet endless tradgedy that there was never a girl born who grew older then eighteen in her heart… no matter what the merciless hours have done.” ~Heinlein
Youth is in the heart and there it stays for all eternity… the way Initials carved on a tree remain as long as the tree does. The joy and horror of youth is the length of time it lasts.
COnsider this a retraction of a majority of the previous two blogs. Love!