I Hope You Dance

Way back when I was still reeling from Leah's death, I asked her to send me songs on the radio as a way to communicate. A day or two later, I was in the car, and turned on a radio station I never listened to. The song MY GIRL came on. I immediately got chills, this was the song Dan and I sang to her as a baby, she would dance around whenever we did. I knew this was from her. After that I would often hear a song that she sent. One day on the way to work I heard I HOPE YOU DANCE. Tears sprung to my eyes, it felt like Leah was singing directly into my heart. It was also the first time I had ever heard that song. It was one of the things that got me through those early months of adjusting to life without Leah's physical presence.
This morning I had to have blood drawn before work, so I was in the car longer than my usual 15 minute commute. On my way back, the radio station I was listening to faded out and I changed it. I HOPE YOU DANCE was playing on the station I put on. I have not heard it for a very long time. I am so grateful for those moments when Leah reaches out to me to let me know she is here. It still brings tears to my eyes, and also a smile to my heart. And the line about feeling small standing by the ocean has so much more meaning now that I am living a block from the ocean. Take some time to listen to the song today.
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance !


Leah, the unicorn at age 4. (Click on the picture and look at it big, those eyes always knew)

Wild Flowers

These were taken at a wild flower garden in Minneapolis.
Enjoy.




A Nanny Berry!

Love Connects us All

Today I had a moment of clarity, of connection with everything as it is. Today, in this moment I am engaged in my life as it is, all of the wonderful ordinariness of life as it is. I am filled with joy. I am again reminded that my experience is valid for me, as yours is for you. I have so much gratitude for my experience and my journey as it has unfolded and continues to unfold. I embrace all that is in each moment, however it appears. Much love to everyone.

Attachment

Yesterday I became aware of attachments. The nuances of attachments. I think I am getting good at not becoming attached to something, and then whack, I see just how attached to it I am. Sometimes I am attached to not being attached. I realize I am getting caught up in the stories. My mind has become very good at spinning intriguing, compelling stories. They sound good, have all the right words. And when I return to my heart and feel what is there, I can feel the attachments, I can feel that the stories are not true. I remember that is really is as simple as feeling what is here in each moment. The feelings may not always be comfortable. I am more and more comfortable with whatever feeling show up, with not naming it, or judging it as positive or negative. I am also aware that as soon as I begin naming my feelings, I am again into story. Feeling the feelings in my heart, exactly as they are is all that is required.