My perspective of the misty morning:
The Mist came over the hay bales in the bottom field this morning and the earthy smells of autumn’s preparations hung in the air.
It made me breathe in deeply just to feel I was part of its plans for the season to come.
I felt alive and in awe of the millennia of autumns which have eased in long before my time and how they will ease in long after I have left the views for someone else.
Still each year we walk together for a while.
My friend Andys perspective of the misty morning!
Yeah we cant see a freaking thing either!
LOL! Hope you all enjoy autumn this year and feel part of it.
Lindy Loo.
By Linda Dickinson September 10th 2011
Love is about sharing
Love is about giving
Love is about loving
Love is about dancing together
Love is about making things together
Love is about hugging each other
Love is about being friends together
Love is about sharing a day
Love is about Love
EP age 5yrs 6 months
LOVE IS LIKE WATER IF IT DOESN’T FLOW IT STAGNATES
THE HIGHEST EXPRESSION OF LOVE IS CREATIVITY
GAPS APPEAR IN PLACES WHERE WE ARE AFRAID TO SEE OURSELVES
LOVE DANCES IN THE FRESHNESS OF THE UNKNOWN
TO SEE LOVE IN THE MOMENT YOU MUST CLEAR THE WINDOWS OF PERCEPTION
WHEN LOVE IS REPLACED BY AN OBJECT THE RESULT IS ADDICTION
THE SIGHTS AND SOUND OF NATURE ARE REMINDERS OF A LOVING CREATION
DREAMS COME TRUE WHEN THEY ARE HELD QUIETLY IN THE HEART
IF YOU BLOCK YOUR DESIRES, YOU BLOCK YOUR NATURAL AVENUE OF GROWTH
A HEART THAT HAS LEARNED TO TRUST CAN BE AT REST IN THE WORLD
Don’t just look OBSERVE
Don’t just swallow TASTE
Don’t just sleep DREAM
Don’t just think FEEL
Don’t just exist LIVE
A Dancing Dream Janet smiles and lumbers forward. Cheryl downstairs usually walks steps forth, body straight, and stomps loudly. Janet leans right, left. We follow simultaneously. Arms and feet stay,remain forward. Drum beats fill the dance room. Cheryl sometimes listens to loud music or radio sermons. Her front apartment door shuts loudly. I awake ignoring neighbor’s loud music and footsteps. Footsteps and Janet’s wheelchair were in my dance dream. Later I was weeding, cutting, sweeping,I was dancing outside with rake and broom.Nicole Taylor May 17, 2006
Little Dramas (A Dance Ability tribute) Walking by the practice,I was intrigued. Three women,One man.dressed simply in black.Two physically disabled students. Two begged me to stay and watch the tribute to a retiring teacher. Four friends danceinto our sight.They stand as if waiting for a bus to drive into our hallway. They lean and support each other up,posing head on shoulders and assisted by cane or chair. The friends sit and wait on bench.Each takes a turn to stand, stretch, and dance. They flutter and flitter into beautiful butterflies. A long, blue cloth flows into a cool,refreshing stream. It bathes and showers them.It gives stones for skipping or walking the causeway. Larger groups gather.Curious eyes sparkle.The retiree arrives.She sits front and center. Our man Jerry pays tribute snaking along the floor with striking cane and romantic song. Nicole TaylorDecember 2003
