Dancing With Life
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Yes! That teen-age child-woman was going to indulge her mind, her soul and body into utter satisfaction of these dreams. That was some fifty plus years ago as she had day dreamed of romantic days spent dancing with life and to whatever music the bands choose to play for her to keep step with.
She dreamed and the lyrics she wrote in these dreams were wild and the enchantment covered her in its arms, holding her spellbound. There would be romantic nights in convertibles with the tops down, or on horseback with the exciting sounds of thundering hoofs. On yachts out in the ocean or speeding to other far away destinations that now looked like checker boards and anthills with the ants milling about.
She devoured books, reading stories that fed her already hungry soul and left her starving for more. But then the dreams became only a memory thought of only once in a great while with a smile because they lessened in worth and in a small farm home with only four rooms and a path, no neighbors except one for miles around she would leave a hint of her self.
The travel was being hauled back and forth to the closest small town and her learning to drive, and then moving from place to place of small homes and that familiar path. The yard boasted of clotheslines with snowy white diapers and tiny clothes, gray uniforms and retired army Khakis hats and fatigues.
Hers held the wind with ballooning tops and belly out skirts as one after another nine month periods left her to tired to dream but with mind alert enough to hear the faintest cry telling her it was time for another diaper change or another bottle of formula. Or another sweet snuggly baby to hold and love in her arms and in her heart just to enjoy them because that was her reality now. This now was memory in the making and her life.
Her times of dreaming were now lying on the carpets of grass in her backyard with a picnic lunch spread on a blanket. Afterwards finding the people and animals in the clouds and blowing soap bubbles that sailed away in the cool summer breeze or maybe kissed the giggling faces of her happiness, her three boys and two girls.
There were bugs, and rocks, and muddy pockets and shoes, frilly dresses and curls and bows and so many beautiful bouquets presented with tiny hands, the sweetest smiles and words “Here mommy I picked these for you.” Some had stems so short she had to float them in a saucer and some so tall she had to use a soda pop bottle wrapped in foil for a centerpiece for their dining room table. They were all precious and more gorgeous then any that you could buy from a flower shop because they wrote memory lyrics from her heart of love and theirs.
Times changed and life twirled and whirled and sometimes it dragged her along. Life was her partner as she marched and sometimes ran along with time. Sometimes she was so tired in mind, soul, and body she would think she could only have strength to listen to just a lullaby instead of singing one, but now there was no more babies for her to care for.
The years had flown by and they are grown, even the grand children and having their own.
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She never gives in to her feelings, to conditions, or to situations beyond her control for very long. She knows she must keep on dancing. There is no time to sit on the sidelines. Time is now her foe, a well-known opponent. She holds tightly to life but she is feeling its dizzy speeds more and more causing her to reel drunkenly with its tunes the bands now play. Though she is running out of credits to pay these bands with, but she must keep on. Though halting and jumbled her lyrics, she writes them with her actions and attitude. She must keep a positive attitude. She must always remember, “We walk by faith and not by sight.” If this were not true, she would have given up years ago. Her goal is to share, to inspire, to encourage, and to dance with life each day leaving vibes to inspire and encourage you to do likewise. Write about your struggles, battles won, your fears while dancing with life. Inspire others! Save your memories in your data bank. Share your successes, look your failures in the eye as you write over the scars. Write over their sores. Bind up those wounds, no matter how gaping or ugly they look. Put the ointment and healing salves of forgiveness and even forgetting into the shared and caring memories pulled out into the open. Write your lyrics facing FEAR courageously. You have a story to tell, a song to write, a memory to replay! YOU ARE IMPORTANT! To me, to yourself and most of all to those who will be privileged to dance with life easier through you sharing your memories. The holding or standing quote for her was and is always "WHAT TIME I AM AFRAID I WILL TRUST IN THE LORD."
About the Author
Leonia is the author of published and unpublished novels and poetry, speeches and sermons, columns in newspapers and church bulletins. Many plays and songs throughout the years amidst laughter and tears there has been entertainment for her family of five children, 18 grandchildren plus now eighteen greats, as well as her church and other surviving critics. Such as continuing education classes in her hometown college and workforce classes.
Leonia and her husband Charlie celebrated fifty years of marriage this May and with hope and happiness in her heart, she continues “Dancing with Life” in stories, songs, poetry and her actions. Writing her memories to share she hopes you will in turn share yours as you receive memory “jump-starts” reading from hers.
Leonia loves to write, sing, draw and most of all to share her faith in all she does. It has been her “strong-hold” through out her “Dancing with Life.” Through sixty seven years of sharing her lyrics she wrote to the tunes life picked for her as the bands played on she has tried to bring her experiences to life through the pages of this book written to inspire you.
Waiting publishing soon are the novels “The Boss” and “Search for Life through the Past.” Along with children’s books “