Tripping the Universal Lights Fantastic

I can kind of remember being a small girl and standing on my father's feet while he held my hands and we danced. His steps were confident and his strides were wide. I was thrilled at the start of the dance but often terrified and wanted to stop before the music ended. Hanging on to my partner and keeping up with the speed and movements was difficult. I didn't have practice, I didn't know the music and more importantly I didn't know the steps.

Now the dance is different, as are the dancers. I am not dancing with my father, I am not little but, it feels the same way to a large degree.

Now I am older, wiser and taller. Much taller. I have danced. I am familiar with the tune. I know the steps and can pace my stride. I know the quick tempo and the timing of the dance for the most part.
My dance partner this time is the Universe and He is a very good dancer. I having practiced for forty-six years am competent and qualified. Although there are times when I get off tempo, forget my footing and get distracted by the little things that occur in my daily life.
There were times when I find myself saying "Why am I even doing this dance?", "This is too hard!", "I am not a good enough dancer to tango with the Universe!".
Some how I keep dancing, keep spinning and dipping and tango in and out of everyday in time for just another amazing round of music!
Sometimes I have felt his hand confidently around my waist guiding me and my frame in tempo with his. It is so much easier for me to keep up, gracefully glide in confidence when I am held close and supported. It is those crazy sexy spins and dips that take me away from my grounded-ness and confidence. Those dips that make my eyes roll around in my head, cause me to get confused and spend some energy searching out the horizon to gain my footing.
This dance is quick, the tempo is familiar. The partner is a master.

Is it my kids, my job or my thoughts that keep me in the dance? Are those the same things that make me distracted and confused in my dance? How can I finish this dance? How can I get to be a master dancer? Will the tempo change someday and slow way down? Will I recognize the tune after so many years or will I just intrinsically feel the tempo and like a robot step in line and pick up my feet? Do professional dancers get this tired? Are there other dancers out there that feel the way I do? I chime in with my girlfriends that life, this dance, is too fast, too hard and too complex to juggle so much.
What and how do I predict the next dance, samba or tango? Rumba or waltz? The Universe doesn't tell me before we start. Actually there isn't a break in between dances. One begins right where the other one left off. There isn't time to sit, rest, catch my breath or change my shoes!
Remarkably I keep dancing. I have enough breath to dance some more, and more remarkably I have the energy to keep going and my shoes aren't hurting.
What is on the horizon? The Universe knows the dance card and the music score when I do not. I have thrilled at the previous dances. I have loved the variety of music and steps and dips and spins. I have handled it all fairly well and have done well at keeping in the dance.

This is a dance of a lifetime.

When marimba rhythms start to play,
dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway with me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with me
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak


I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now


When marimba starts to play
Hold me close, make me sway
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me



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Pearls for Glenna

Pearls are an incredible gift. Created out of irritation from a grain of sand or particle in the surf, something beautiful and stunning evolves for our enjoyment and treasure.

Pearls like life, are layers of coatings to bring its journey to a final luster.

Each pearl is a different color and different shape. Colored by the trials and tears of its life, Just like yours!

Different species of oysters create different kinds of pearls. Male species can create a pearl just as a female species can. I have to say few men create pearls in my life but I may just have not washed up into them yet. I am keeping my eyes open. I imagine Forest is that for you!

How long does it really take for the pearl to be made? That is like asking "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?"! Time manages our pearls size and color. Leaving the pearl in the shell will result in a larger sized pearl. Time creates those pearls in its own ideal. Just like time manages our own growth and coloring.

Extracting a pearl, who is a Pearl handler? The oyster doesn't decide to kick out the pearl but it has to be extracted, either by hand or by a naturally occurring event. The death of an oyster is the last cause of pearl eviction. So know that your pearls won't come after our death. Extract them now by hand or by event in your life and wear them proudly. Share them with those you meet and love.

I remember from listening to my Mom, that women would get pearls on special occasions. A string of pearls for an anniversary, a pearl ring at graduation or a birthday. Any day you get pearls is a special occasion to us! Don't wait, watching for that special day to come.

So now you have your pearls? What now? Keep them in oil. the oils of our skin help them keep their luster. Touching them often and rolling them in your hands or across your heart. Avoid chemicals such as perfumes. Although they may smell great, they will eat away at the pearls surface.

Why do we just love pearls Glenna? Tried and true, luster and shine, from an irritating start to a smooth finish. Don't forget these are your pearls. For you to give away, your pearls of wisdom. No one else can give them as gifts. No one else can touch them and interpret them the way you can. Enjoy them, cherish them, share them and know the Universe and time created them for you from your oyster to do with as you please.