I’d climb upon your lap and tell you I love you
If you leaned down to kiss me
I would sit still as I could be
I would turn into your prince
And you would marry me!
Photo taken by Terry Shepherd
The camera lights flickering from the background, capturing the gracefulness of the dancer. Beauty beyond the eye being held by the lens. Being put in a trance, mesmerized by her movements.Cheers could be heard from the crowds who flocked heavily to see her last performance. Standing ovations with much clapping and whistles could be seen and heard from outside of the arena.
A dancer, from a small country, worked very hard as a child, with persuasions from her family, had paid off. She had started in her own small school in plays and worked her way to America, performing in the most well-recognized halls. She had never married, but was married to her talent. People followed her from around the world. Now, today, twenty-five years later, she was giving the audience what they had always hungered. Her greatest performance, her finale. Roses were given, along with hugs, tears and kisses. Fare-wells could be heard echoed from corner to corner.
A small two-week break, and she would be teaching young children with talent on how to better express themselves through their dance.
Thank you to Picture It & Write It, for allowing me another chance to express myself through your picture.
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The three reasons I love to walk, are the fact that I can spend time with my family. Watching my grandson delight in nature places many smiles on my face. He thrills at squirrels that he sees, or baby bunnies. He races down the boardwalk as fast as his little legs will carry him. He spends much energy, that helps his parents to place him to bed easier that night. When we get a chance to see life through a child’s eyes, we can ponder on how we, ourselves lost part of our innocence, by worrying about tomorrow. Caiden lives for the moment. I need to practice this more often myself. A child does not know tomorrow. There are no schedules for him, no work to go to, no bills to worry about. Of course, we do have to be responsible adults, and make sure to pay the piper, but if we could trust God as much as this little boy trusts moment to moments, we would be so much happier and have much more peace.
The second thing I love about walking, is it draws me closer to God. How can I look around at the beauty, and not realize that this comes from our perfect father in heaven. Everything God has ever done has been perfect. Even in a natural setting , where people have not touched its virgin land, everything is perfectly balanced. This is a time for me to thank God for all that I have. It is a time to cast my worries to the winds, and instead concentrate only for the moment, between God and me.
The third reason I love the walks is the opportunity to take photos. One of the photos I took last night, I already made a blog of it, placing a poem about the photo. I was brought so much peace and love from it, I had to share it with you immediately. Nature photos are my favorite to take. When I look back at them, a peace comes over me, and for a few short moments, I am lost in my own time. If I can be given so much peace from one photo I have taken, can you imagine the peace we all could have if we turned all of our problems and life over to God?