Keep Dancing

please listen to the music

Sometimes life is just that way,                  
But never stop trying.
The courage to love and not give up.
The strength it takes to believe.
Everything will be okay.


Life and love are a phantom dance of sorts.
We can try to avoid it's mystery.
But when we embrace the wonder and  power they hold,
We truly live.

When we let go and ride like the wind towards our destiny.
When we risk.....to feel and know.
When we give..... beyond ourselves.

We  find that joy; that unveiling of a beautiful soul.
The scars of a beautiful life are in the hands and eyes
        that weep with compassion.

                         The Love that knows no Bounds....

                         
              keep sailing.....follow the Master.



 for these and more we thank Thee...
151,a walk through nature with a friend,152. riding my bike in November,153, a freezer with half a beef in it ,154. neighbours who sell beef.155.girl singing-'I've got something that the world can't give and the world
 can't take it away'156.Simple Sundays,157.sister bonds,158.watching a movie together:(the Disney movie Brave as my youngest summarised;'it was good at the beginning and end and kinda weird in the middle.)

159.beautiful music and scenery in it 160.beautiful sunset tonight,161.the power of prayer,162.packing shoe boxes,163.girl baking a wacky cake,164. good progress reports from school,165.worshipping through music.166.son enjoying basketball.

More Than Just a Bedtime Story

Recently I had the thrill of finding my absolutely favorite childhood books.
The Melendy family is a story about 4 children who basically grow up on their own.They have their father but he is often away,their housekeeper Cuffy and grounds keeper Willy.


The books take you through the trials and triumphs of family,life lessons, and the wonder of childhood.
Publishers Weekly says "The Melendys are the quintessential storybook family.......their ardent approach to living is eternally revelant."
In the book The Four Story Mistake the Melendys have moved from the city to the country.
The house is a peculiar one with a cupola on top.When father introduces Randy to the cupola ,she is feeling wistful and somewhat lonely for her old house.
excerpt......"there's
a window for each child " Randy remarked.
"So there is,"said Father.and after a minute he said," And now that I think about it,Randy, I believe that each of these windows belongs to one of you in a particular way.This one ,the north one, for instance, that looks so far up the valley.It must belong to Oliver because he is always looking ahead:
always straining toward tomorrow.The east one is Rush's.The view  from it is all moving and changeable:the wind stirs the trees,the water dashes and foams in the brook.And the south one. See how the dark spruce branches beyond the glass make a  sort of mirror of the window. That's Mona's :
she's at the age where she loves her own reflection."
" And the west window?"Randy said.
"the west window belongs to you, Randy.From it you can look back all day along the road you traveled yesterday."
Randy thought she understood what father meant.
But sometimes added father it would be nice if you and Oliver changed windows.In fact,it would be a good thing if all of you exchanged views once in a while."


this brought tears to my eyes as I contemplated the truth of his statement.
Maybe we should exchange views sometimes.
would it appear the same?
would we appreciate our own view more?

I don't know but it's something to think about.