Showing My Work: Marvelous night for a moondance


The mind is always going. Always moving. It moves to the past to visit memories. Moves into the future to visit dreams. Good, bad, whatever they may be, they distract the mind from the present. What are you doing right now?

Every moment is new. The next moment has never been lived. Possibilities dance. How long do I watch this dance before I jump in?

I can worry. I can daydream. I can reminisce. Then I must decide. Decide to get on with it, to see how this world plays out. And it will whether I pay attention or not. Whether I have faith or don’t. Whether I watch or join in the dance. Does it make me think this life doesn’t really matter? Or does it make me think this life is lived but once, what can I do with it? Honestly, I have thought both. But in this moment, I want to dance.

About the.way.i.bee

Mother, Wife, Healer, Hopeful Suburban Homesteader. . . Words are my mind's tools; writing, my soul's craft; this circus of life, my heart's muse.
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