Sunday, November 27, 2011

I HOPE YOU DANCE? This Blog May Inspire You To Shake A Leg, Or Not!


This was written by an 83-year-old woman
to her friend.

*The last line says it all.*

Dear Bertha,

I'm reading more and dusting less.  I'm sitting in the yard
and admiring the view without fussing about
the weeds in the garden.  I'm spending more time with my family
and friends and less time working.

Whenever possible, life shoud be a pattern of experiences to savor,
not to endure.  I'm trying to recognize these 
moments now and cherish them.

I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal
for every event such as losing a pound, getting the sink
unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market. 
My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out the $49.28 for
a single bag of groceries.  I'm not saving my good perfume
for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware
store and tellers at the bank.

"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip
on my vocabulary.  If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want
to see and hear and do it now.

I'm not sure what others would've done had they
known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we take
for granted.  I think they would have called family members and a few
close friends.  They might have called a few former friends to 
apologize and mend fences for past squabbles.  I like to think they
would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for 
whatever their favorite food was.

I'm guessing;  I'll never know.

It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew
my hours were limited.  Angry because I hadn't written certain
letters that I intended to write "one of these days". 
Angry and sorry That I didn't tell my husband and parents
often enough how much I truly love them.
I'm trying very hard not put off, hold back, or save anything
that would add laughter or luster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes,
tell myself that it is special.

Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God!

You are reading this because someone cares for you.
Are you too busy to take a moment or two to share this blog with a friend?

"People say true friends must always hold hands,
but true friends don't need to hold hands
because they know the other hand will always be there".

Life may not be the party we hoped for,
but while we are here we might as well dance!

This lovely writing was shared by my high school classmate, Dottie.  We're still dancing in spirit, huh Dot?

How about you, folks?  Better get up and "shake a leg".  It may be now or never.  After all, we never know, now do we?

I'm waiting for your email.
(Click on "Post a Comment" below for my Email address)

God Bless You And Yours


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