Rhythm of the earth

Friday, June 24, 2011

The summer sun beats, heat pounding our souls. Cotton balls float across the air like warm snow, glowing from the light of the sun. Hollow echoes from djun djuns and the drummer's lively passion seeps into the earth.

Bodies sway to the summer rhythm coming up from the earth. The drummers sit in a half moon, surrounding us with the beat. Our feet start to pound into the dry hard earth to her beat. Dust swirls around our ankles and the trees quiver at the earth's pounding. The drums reach their fevered pitch, my heart falls in step with the heated rhythm. Life beats through the drummer's fingers.

What started as a slow sway has now changed to leaping feet and swinging arms. Earth, sun, dancers, drummers, all become one in rhythm.

Worldly cares are thrown aside to be picked up later when my world isn't occupied by the beat.


Bye bye plane

Sunday, June 12, 2011

I cradled the air around my niece as she climbed up the old orchard ladder. Her intent on reaching the very top with all the bravery of a two year old, was steadfast. She most certainly didn't need any help from me. She informed me she could do it all by herself (that didn't stop me from adding my protection nonetheless...).
She reached the step almost at the end of my reach so I clamped my hand on her ankle, effectively ending her assent. Every time she reached that point she would look around and with a grin brighter than the sun on her face, she would say "I can see anything I want to!" To my mind (all of 22 years of experience in the art of thinking, thank you very much) that was obviously impossible but in her mind (only 2.5 years absent from heaven) everything was still so very possible.

A plane flew by overhead, a mere speck against the vast blue sky. My beautiful little niece gasped and waved to it exclaiming, "Bye! Bye! Plane! I will see you tomorrow! And we will fly!" I was struck by the fantastic thought. How big the world is for one so small. Her dreams weren't separated from her reality.

The obstacles in our lives are hard. A lot of them are painful and very trying. Just as this ladder was quite a feat for the 2 year old, it was also an opportunity. She could see so much more at that height than she ever could at ground level and it didn't matter to her that she had to climb, in fact she was happy to do it. Every time we hit an obstacle, it is just another ladder to climb. We have to learn what it takes to climb it, what we need to pull out of ourselves to get to the top. Then we can say "I can see anything I want to!" We can reach our potential a ladder at a time! The higher we climb the more of the valley* of our lives we can see.

My niece luckily did not climb that ladder alone (or else I would have words from her mother and I probably still will...) nor do we have to climb our ladders alone. All of us experience the need for independence especially when those around us offer their help but just think...we always have that one Person who will never let us climb alone no matter our protests. Christ* is our spotter. He will always make sure we get to the top safely. Always.

Then when we have no longer to climb...he helps us fly to our dreams.


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