Share Your World – 11/6/17

It’s time for another installment of Share Your World. Here are my answers:

Would you rather take a 2 week vacation with an organized tour or take a cruise of your choice?

I would take a cruise, and it would be a barefoot cruise. I couldn’t sit around and let everyone cater to my needs. I’m too antsy for that.

Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing?

I loved swinging as high as I could go as a child. I tried swinging as an adult, and decided that, like cartwheels and rollerblading, it’s something best left to kids. I do like reliving my childhood experience vicariously through children, though, so I can often be easily convinced to be the pusher.

What is the most important thing that you ever learned ? (I bet it’s not something you learned in school)

When I was 11 or 12 my grandma passed away without warning. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen my dad cry. This was one of my defining moments. I learned that nothing is guaranteed, that people are not here forever, and it’s best to take every chance to spend time with those you love. It’s a hard lesson, and it doesn’t translate well to those who have not learned it yet.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

  • foggy tree-lined hills
  • foamy, wild ocean waves
  • kind words, freely given
  • a hotel cat that chose me
  • thermals

Thanks again to Cee for helping us share our worlds. Have a good week, everyone!

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Dancing in the Dark

Golden sunlight pierces a rift
In draperies drawn closed,
Warm photons passing through floating motes,
To land upon a fallen streamer lying
Coiled in a graveyard of listless balloons.

For a brief moment the hovering dust
Swirls and eddies
As a figure slowly sways through the light,
Stocking feet shuffling
Back and forth,
Back and forth.

Eyes closed in reverie,
Softly humming,
Moving in time,
Her graying hair shifting loosely
Around thin shoulders,
As she sways
Back and forth,
Back and forth.

Arms opening wide
As if in expectant embrace,
She slowly twirls
Out of the light
And resumes her swaying
Back and forth,
Back and forth.

The balloons scuttle heavily out of her path,
Carried on disturbed air.
Streamers whisper as they form new entanglements
On the wooden floor,
And as she makes her latest pass,
All becomes quiet again
As she continues
Dancing in the dark.