I Hope You Dance…Again Colored Pencil Drawing/video

I had posted this once before, but am doing so again. I had almost forgotten I had even done the picture. It was done several years ago.

Do you remember this song?  Once you hear this song, you never quite forget it.  The words stay with you.  They did for me.

I had to illustrate what the song was saying to me.

A little girl dancing down the road to her future,  not knowing all that lies before her, but dancing anyway.

I hope you like this.  🙂

I Hope You Dance

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I’d Rather Have Roses, An Oldie But Goodie

I have nothing new to show you (for now), so I figured I would put up an older picture I did about the love of simple things.  This quote reveals so much about how I feel about materialistic things in my life.  It is true that you could give me an expensive watch as a gift, and I would be afraid to wear it and so it would stay in a draw forever.  But give me flowers, or a simple clay pot that I could put candles and greens in as a centerpiece, and I’d be happier.

I am sure I am not alone in this and so I thought I would share this quote with you.  Hope you like it…to all who have not seen this yet!

I’d rather Have Roses

The Forgotten Ones (Another Reblog)

Here is another popular reblog.  I feel it is appropriate right now because of Halloween approaching and the whole cemetery thing.  I hope you enjoy this.  It really makes you think.

The Forgotten Ones In Autumn

The Forgotten Ones

The view from my second – story  bedroom window is a humbling one.  It reminds me how precious life is everyday.  The view is of a simple cemetery, not quite historical, but dated, none-the-less.

I don’t mind the cemetery at all.  Our house is separated from the cemetery by a stockade fence, a steep slope and railroad tracks that sit down below. These tracks are not for an Amtrak, but for an occasional slow-moving train transferring goods.  I  take comfort in the fact that know no one will ever build over there, and as neighbors to us,  they never make a fuss.  The geese fly low overhead and it is very peaceful.

The  view to me is comforting, almost like an old friend, now.  The same stones greet me every morning when I open up my blinds.  Sometimes the view can look rather eerie when there is a low fog rolling in, and then sometimes, it can look overwhelmingly beautiful, like just after a snowstorm.

There are times I have been depressed and sat on my bed feeling hopeless about a situation, and then through teary eyes, I’ll glance over at the solemn view,  and my mind starts reeling.  Someday that will be me, nothing more than a name on a stone.  Who will remember me?  The things I liked, the friends I knew. The things I’ve done?  Will it all have mattered?  Did I make a difference?  An impression?  Then suddenly,  my current problem doesn’t seem so important after all.  That could be me over there.

Those stones sit there everyday and I see no one.  Not one visitor.  Maybe on a very, rare occasion, I’ll see a lone person sitting on a stone having lunch like they are sitting with an old friend, or a car will sit there and someone may get out and wander.  I mostly see joggers and walkers, and the occasional person walking their dog, only to have it relieve itself on a stone.  Now. that’s a memory I wish not to have when I am gone.

The church in the distance rings out the time at 9:00, 12:00 and 6:00, and I think to myself,  how odd that is , especially for those in the cemetery who don’t care about the time anymore. And the stones sit there day after day, alone in the rain…in the snow…surrounded in leaves…and then sometimes, the miniature flags come out, like for Memorial Day. It looks slightly alive for awhile.

I wonder when the cemetery was first new, how many family members must have come to visit here.  Year after year, with flowers and small gifts.  I can picture groups of families, probably crying and hanging on to each other. Ill bet it was very busy for a long time… and then it just slowly got forgotten. People got older and passed on, moved away or something.  The visiting stops and the stones just sit there and look like they are waiting. Waiting for someone to  just remember them. The people there.  They were here once, talking and laughing.  They had families and memories and pasts.  How sad.  I don’t want this to be me someday, but I guess it will be inevitable.

So, one day, I’ve promised to buy a rose or two.  I’ll walk through the plots and read the names and imagine the lives of the ones that lie there. I’ll place  a rose on top of a stone, stand back and smile… and maybe, I will even say a prayer.

Then, I will say

to myself, “No, you are not forgotten…not today”.

The Forgotten Ones In Winter

One Morning The World Woke Up – A Poem About The Ending Of War On Earth

I am posting a poem that my mother had me read a long time ago and it stayed with me…almost haunting me.  It is by Oscar Williams and it is especially perfect for today, with all the war and terrible tragedies going on in the world today. Although it mentions the Jews, you can put yourself or anyone else in their place. It really makes you think, and it is almost impossible to imagine a world without war, but it is beautiful to imagine.  The last stanza gives you the hope you almost are afraid to wish for, for you cannot imagine it ever happening, but it is nice to think about.  Read on and dream…

One Morning the World Woke Up

One morning the world woke up and there was no news;
No gun was shelling the great eardrum of the air
No Christian flesh spurted beneath the subtle screws,
No moaning came from the many agony-faced Jews,
Only the trees in a gauze of wind trembled and were fair.

No trucks climbed into the groove of an endless road,
No tanks were swaying drunken with death at the hilltop,
No bombs were planting their bushes of blood and mud,
And the aimless tides of unfortunates no longer glowed:
A break in the action at last…all had come to a stop.

Those trees danced, in their delicate selves half furled
And a new time on the glittering atmosphere was seen; The lightning stuttering on the closed eyelid of the world
Was gone, and an age of horizons had dawned, soft, pearled.
The world woke up to a scene like spring’s first green.

Birds chirped in waterfalls of little sounds for hours,
Rainbows, in miniature nuggets, were stored in the dews,
The sky was one vast moonstone of the tenderest blues,
And the meadows lay carpeted in three heights of flowers:
One morning the world woke up and there was no news.

Lone Soldier

On Golden Pond (via Cherylmcnulty’s Blog)

Here is another reblog on a great old movie for this time of year. Go watch it today! 🙂

For some odd reason, I started thinking of this great movie from 1981.  It must be the time of year. The Fall. My mind always starts reeling as the leaves take on their  vibrant colors and the air contains a slight chill.  Although it is beautiful, it has a sadness to it, the end of summer.  The leaves are really dying, but it can be breathtaking.  I somehow want to bake pies, go hiking and be with nature as much as I can, before it's all brown.. … Read More

via Cherylmcnulty's Blog

Look Closely…

Early in the summer, my daughters and I went to the park not far from us that is right on the water.  We love to go there when the air is still and it’s not too hot.  Then it is perfect.  If you go during the week, it’s even a bigger plus because you don’t get all the noise from kids and loud motorcycles and such. Just perfect quiet.  The boats glide out over the water and the only noise you hear is the water hitting the rocks on the wall.

What I really think is neat when I go there, are the strange trees that are just grouped together in the picnic area.  They are not too tall, very light in leaves, and their trunks are “wavy”.  I think they are beautiful, but I’ve never seen trees like this.  I keep telling myself that it was probably the wind that made their trunks grow like that, when they were growing. I don’t really know.  Anyway, they make for some very interesting pictures…as you see here.

The Very Interesting Trees

Now this day that I brought my camera, I did the usual shots of the kids, the water and then the trees.  Although the trees were beautiful, there was something else in those pictures that was just as beautiful, that I captured almost by mistake.  Look closely….. Do you see it???

The Other Beautiful Picture

Yes, that picture was perfect.  I could not have taken a better picture.  I hope my husband and I are just like this couple here in the years to come.  So cute!

So, next time you take a picture, look closely…you might just find another treasure there.  I did!  🙂