Sunday, June 25, 2017

“Dance is the hidden language of the soul”

~ Martha Graham

In the quiet of this morning I’m anticipating the busy day ahead.

First, a family breakfast at my son’s house followed by a tour of his job site. He is the site foreman on a huge retirement residence building project. It’s been interesting to see this thing come together from an empty lot to what it is now. It’s especially been a joy to see him settle into a career he loves and that is good at.

This afternoon, we’re taking in the matinée performance of our granddaughter’s dance recital. She’s taken two classes this year–jazz and hip-hop–so two costumes and two performances. This is her third year in dance and our third year attending the recital. It’s always a grand performance with lots of great acts. Fun stuff. When we arrived yesterday, it wasn’t more than a few minutes before she put on a song and broke into dance for us. Dance has always been the language of her soul.

After the recital we’ll head home with Daughter and Granddaughter in tow. Gerry is heading out of town tomorrow for a couple of days and I’m looking forward to a few days of girl time. Bliss.

So, a long day ahead spent making memories. I can’t wait to get started.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. Dear Linda, I so liked your ending to this post. I’d never really thought of a day or a space of days meant for memory making. Now I understand. Thank you. Peace.

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