Some folks are just joyful. They celebrate life. They want to grow like the grass on the prairie, stretching lean and tall in the summer sun. They want to be all that they can. They’re always looking, searching, becoming. They are friends who fill me with life and bestow me with energy. I smile to think of them. My fingers dance as I type these words. When I look at the sky with these friends, we see magic things. We talk about the colorful stars that dance when we’re sleeping.Some people don’t want to grow. They sit like rocks in that field, breaking the plow blades. They won’t see the summer sun. They don’t search, won’t open their eyes. They don’t fill me with anything. They are empty of energy. I don’t smile when I think of them. They live a frown, and ask, and ask. They ask so much.
They ask me to feel bad because they look for the rain. They ask me to pretend I don’t dance, because they won’t try. They wish I would stop smiling because they want to be sad. It’s not my fault that they choose to look down. I can point up, but I can't make them look. Some people won’t celebrate life. They never will.
Why would I invest myself in a lost cause?
I choose the ones who make spring come back early. I cherish my friends who dance with me. We dance through our days—even the hardest ones—dance because we know that crawling makes everything worse. We hold on and dance closer when someone hurts. I like to be with them, hope to be like them. I wish the world for them, because in my heart I know. They are the colorful, dancing stars here on Earth.
—me strauss Letting me be
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Reading this, warmth spreads through me, through my heart, my body, familiar, yet new. It shows me that I'm growing, yearning fully, to give all I can.
And to love all I can.
Hello David,
It's so amazing how much the two of us have grown in the last few months that we've known each other. I think you are a colorful dancing star.
Liz
I love dancing!
And you are a star, a colorful star who makes his own music at that. :)
They ask me to feel bad because they look for the rain. They ask me to pretend I don’t dance, because they won’t try. They wish I would stop smiling because they want to be sad. It’s not my fault that they choose to look down. I can point up, but I can't make them look. Some people won’t celebrate life. They never will.
That was me. Im trying to break away from that. I dont want to be sad! I want to celebrate life! How do I get there?
Hi Sassy,
I guess you get there just by deciding that you are, that you don't want to be that other place anymore. And by being with people who want to be there too.
Liz
Hi there,
As I was looking in google for images of the pink bunny, I could visit this blog and, had been reading this very recent post .
Really could feel almost the same.
So, don´t dispair, because there are few miraculous people near whom you will feel de opposite. Just be hopefull, and pay attention too of good and evil in people, because we cannot choose our biological family, but we can choose our friends, for instance.
And maybe those who are exigent and sensitive will make a better choise.
I am Sorry for my long commentary.
Wish you have luck to be near pleasant people.But they exist.
Thank you Christina,
That's exactly how I feel too.
I'm glad you stopped by to cheer us up. We all need to be reminded that there are folks in the world like you.
smiles,
Liz
Liz, all my dancing is "Zen Dancing." Does that count? ;-)
Beautiful post. You are one of the brightest stars in my blogging universe. May your wisdom and light continue to shine and light the way my dear friend. I always feel my path is more clearly seen after spending time here. Thank you Liz.
Thank You Tree,
I don't know about wisdom, but I'm sure feeling lighter these days. I'm glad it's staring to show. I' really glad it makes you have a place where you can come to feel you have harbor.
Liz
That is very inspirational. It's fridge-worthy!
Thank you, Rain,
I am honored to think I would become part of your home.
Liz
Hello,-me again,
Ms Strauss,
Thank for the words about the commentary I did ( as a "stranger" I might be considered and, after all: I did deserve a few words). How polite!...
I will visit this posts written with wisdom more times. I will certainly !
I found that tree beautiful , I: the visual of the blog.
My best regards,
Welcome Christina.
I am happy to see you again.
Do come back and talk any time.
Call me Liz.
smiles,
Liz
Liz,
just beautiful, as you are my friend!
Hi mergrl,
Let's lock ourselves in a room and complete each other to death. BIG Cheshire Cat Grin
One day I will meet you in person and give you a real hug.
Liz
I look forward to that my friend, hope it is sooner rather than later :0)
still hoping to share that drink one day on the top of the John Hancock building with you and our other dear mutual friend :0D
Definitely sooner rather than later. :)
Joyful people are almost born that way. You can see it in a very early age, that quality.
Some people have to learn it the hard way, but at least they try and maybe even learn, but it's never the same natural joyfulness.
And then there are these other ones - yikes. Don't like them much either.
Hi Melly,
Then there are other. I think the problem is they don't like anyone, not even themeselves.
Liz
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