Dancing in the Rain...

 

         

Today has been a simple day.  It was filled with a weight watchers meeting, mommy and me class, homework, and me doing something for myself:  Reading.  I have always loved to read.  In the fictional book that I am currently entrenched in I felt like the author had a clear view through a window of my soul. 

But before I go on about that let me share some things:  

I remember being in grade school and walking home one block from the bus stop.  We only did this for a year, because then my mom started working at the school and we went home with her.  Anyway, one day it rained and we ran, jumped and played in the rain all the way home.  I was absolutely soaked.  It was only a block, but I laughed and had the best time.  It is filed among some of my happiest memories of my life.  Then unfortunately I grew up...I started using an umbrella...and somewhere along the way I forgot how wonderful it is to dance in the rain.

In junior high I started writing poetry, in high school you could often find my face buried in a fictional book and in college I started country dancing, there are many things I LOVE.  Then I got married, and my husband... he was not so much of a dancer or lover of poetry or fictional reader.  So what did I do?  I did the worst thing anyone could do.  I STOPPED dancing.  And whom did I blame for that?  Not myself of course.  We often do that.  We make life choices and then we blame someone else for them.  I blamed him.  And really the grudge has grown and grown.  

This leads me to the book I have been reading.  I had an epiphany.  The lead character was a lot like me. My sweetheart never asked me to stop dancing in the rain.  I have no intention of going clubing, that only invites trouble into even the happiest marriage.  But tonight as I made dinner I danced, I laughed, my children joined in...we played some tunes and I was so happy.  I felt like I had reclaimed myself.  I felt the same way a few years ago when I started blogging, it was like the writing had been building up inside of me.  And again the feeling came when I spent a pretty penny on six books to read over the next month or so. 

We are the author of our own happiness.  We can not determine what is throw at us and I will be the first to admit, life is hard, and has sometimes outraggeous challenges that bring us to our knees.  But even when the rain comes pouring down we can choose to shake our fists at heaven and curse God, or we can choose to dance in the rain.  

When my children are at play and they do something my mom would just love, or my dad would laugh at or be proud of the tendency would be to cry and mourn.  But lately I smile and hope, wish, maybe pray that the heavens are opened, and that they see through a window into my living room and still get to experience the joy of my children, and all their grandchildren for that matter.  I can only hope.

Now about that GRUDGE thing.  Anyone you are holding a grudge against?  Hmm...it is a new year, maybe time to let go?  It will feel good, I promise.  My love for my husband grew a little tonight as I danced with those 5 beautiful dance partners he gave me.  And fortunately none seem to have their father's rhythm. 

Changing the world...ONE letter at a time!

One of my favorite performers is Hilary Weeks.  She makes me laugh and smile.  So I am going to include some links so you can check out her songs.  I will also include a video of a little girl singing one of her songs about dancing in the rain...so cute!

Dancing in the rain (go to the facebook page and click on the song: Dancing in the rain to hear Hilary singing it)  Great song!  I love this album too!!!  It takes a minute to load.

Here is the link to Hilary's Album on Amazon.

Forecast looks like rain...sounds like dancing weather to me!