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Wild Dancing

 

I’ve been categorizing my three years of Napkinwriter to prepare selections for an upcoming E-Book.  Today, I feel like dancing and so I share this blog from the past. Let the party begin.

Image Source: Dancing Wild – Spiritual Dance and Movement – Dance around a Fire …

https://napkinwriter.wordpress.com/2011/12/02/take-a-moment/

Take a Moment
December 2, 2011 by napkinwriter

Just a reminder: we don’t have to wait till the end of someone’s life to use our moments preciously. This was passed along to me in an email and I pass it along to share.
“Life may not be the party we hoped for, (but it might be) but while we are here we might as well dance.”
The
Cab Ride
I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
after waiting a few minutes
I walked to the
door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.
After
a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in
her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a
print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned
on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s
movie.
By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had
lived in it for years. All the furniture was
covered with sheets.
There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils
on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and
glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag
out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase
to the cab, then returned to assist the
woman.
She took my arm and we walked
slowly toward the curb.
She kept
thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I
told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother to be
treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good
boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave
me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’
‘It’s not the
shortest way,’ I answered
quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she
said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a
hospice.
I looked in the rear-view
mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have
any family left,’ she continued in a soft
voice.. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very
long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the
meter.
‘What route would you like me
to take?’ I asked.
For the next two
hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
the building where she had once worked as an
elevator operator.
We drove through the
neighborhood where she and her husband had lived
when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in
front of a furniture warehouse that had once
been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a
girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow
in front of a particular building or corner and
would sit staring into the darkness, saying
nothing.
As the first hint of sun was
creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m
tired. Let’s go now’.
We drove in
silence to the address she had given me. It was
a low building, like a small convalescent home,
with a driveway that passed under a
portico.
Two orderlies came out to
the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were
solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I
opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to
the door. The woman was already seated in a
wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’
She asked, reaching into her
purse.
‘Nothing,’ I
said
‘You have to make a living,’ she
answered.
‘There are other
passengers,’ I responded.
Almost
without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She
held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an
old woman a little moment of joy,’ she
said.
‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her
hand, and then walked into the dim morning
light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound
of the closing of a life..
I didn’t
pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove
aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that
day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had
gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient
to end his shift?
What
if I had refused to take the run, or had honked
once, then driven away?
On a quick
review, I don’t think that I have done anything
more important in my life.
We’re
conditioned to think that our lives revolve
around great moments.
But great
moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a small
one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY
WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM
FEEL.
How often it is that random acts of
kindness are the ones that
most benefit all of
us.

 

 

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Petunias Arise and Shine

 

Arise and Bloom
By Susan Heffron Hajec

Living takes time.
Like the seed destined
to bloom
where it is planted.
A response to the sun,
making more grand the landscape
with its unique pattern.

It holds the DNA and mystery
of the stars that burst forth
billions of years ago.

It is no small thing
when the stately sunflower
stretches tall into the sky,
and a tiny crocus barely rises above the surface
through the last of winter’s snowfall
or a human being transforms its life
through the power and strength of love.

Each responds to the eternal call of being.
Each blooms forth in purpose and design
to create anew
and move forward in time.

April 25, 2014

This poem was written for and published  on  Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks website.   INVITATION TO POETRY – ARISE & BLOOM! In her latest post, Abbess Christine reminds us: “The text with which we are praying this month is from the Hebrew wisdom book the Song of Songs, which the ancient rabbis called ‘the holy of holies.’ ‘Arise and bloom’ is our theme, tending to the ways our hearts and souls are breaking forth into blossom after a season of fallowness and stillness.”

http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2014/04/20/invitation-to-poetry-arise-and-bloom/

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Ash Wednesday

(Ash Wednesday SoulCollage® Card
by Susan Heffron Hajec)

The coming of Holy Week always tends to slow me down a bit. To listen within a little more. To pause and reflect what both the history and spirituality of the crucified Christ means to me in a personal way.

I tend to be a “Resurrection person”. And that means more than being a person who graduated from Resurrection High School in Lansing Michigan.

It means I have learned to release myself pretty much from the “oh, woe is me” weeper traversing through my experiences that may not come from the high part of the totem pole.

It means admitting and accepting the responsibility of my choices, and those choices have found their place all over the range of  “excellent, my dear” to “what ever were you thinking”!

It also means that I know by this point of my seventy year plus life adventure that I nor anyone else has successfully managed to dodge pain, sorrow and loss in their lives. Those things are part of what life is.

Still, I find myself,  as I read the Holy Scriptures, wanting Christ and the Jewish power structure and Roman Rule to work it out some other way. The crucifixion is a horrid price to pay, as many more Christians did down through history, for staying solid in their convictions and faith.

So, on a totally different “pee-wee” scale, I call to mind the times I toughed it out and paid some kind of personal, professional or financial price for staying true to myself and the roads I chose to follow.

I let them flow over and through me and say, “It is finished.”

“Lord, Jesus Christ, son of the living God, have mercy on us.”

“I Am the resurrection and the life. (S)he who believes in me shall not die.”

I am that person.

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