They came skipping into the library. Excited to be there. I always anticipate their arrival. But this morning was different, as they approached me one little guy wrapped his arms around me and with his big brown eyes looked up into mine and proclaimed, "I Love You!" Next thing I knew, there was a spontaneous group hug with all twenty two of them. All order was gone. Laughter was filling up the room and in all honesty, I didn't care. As things just started to settle down, one of them let out a loud "air biscuit" and uncontrollable giggles exploded through the crowd of five year olds and one fifty-one year old. Truly, the timing could not have been more perfect. Sometimes in life, you just need to let things unfold and savor the delightfulness of it.
Slowly, I came to consciousness this morning. The rays of sun slipped in through the blinds and danced on my face. What a precious welcome to this day! A stream of words began to weave themselves together as they floated through my head. After all the events of yesterday, I found myself replaying this scene with my five year old friends over and over. The laughter. The innocence. The abandonment. The joy. The spontaneity. What enjoyable, heart-filling moments!
Continuing to lay, cocooned under my white down comforter, my thoughts seemed to slow down to a waltzing speed. The waltzing tempo is just simply calmer and more satisfying to engage in. I long for this tempo because it is sustainable and trackable. In a waltz, I can feel the cadence of the my thoughts. I can follow them from their origin. I can engage with them down different paths to a variety of conclusions. The waltz makes it much easier to know what is truly going on in my head.
As the sun continued penetrating the cold of the bedroom and sufficiently warmed my face, I became ultra aware that I was not dancing with these thoughts alone. I was being observed by my maker. He was watching, smiling, and listening. I turned my face fully into the sun and whispered, "I Love You".
May you take some moments to waltz with your maker today as you enjoy the gift of all this day will hold.
Until we Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl
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