And turning quickly I saw them there, 5 perhaps 6, dancing in the moonbeams on a field of white. Fairies I think they were. Some were linked hand-in-hand as in a childhood game of ring-around-the-rosies. Others were solitary, with arms raised in praise to the heavens. Each head was thrown back in joyous laughter. Almost it seemed, in the same instant that I saw them, they were gone, spirited away to another plane. But their brilliance filled my spirit with happiness all the way home.Even if the soundtrack was a silly hip hop song, this was the exact feeling of it. It was a magical moment.
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Club Can't Handle Me, pt. 2
A few days ago I posted about dancing in the church parking lot during a snow storm at nighttime. We were waiting for my friend Renee to pick up her daughters and their friend. After reading my version of events, she sent me a message on facebook with her journal entry about the event. It was so amazing that I asked permission to post it here:
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This is beautiful, Melanie.There is something most magical about moonbeams and snow, and dancing in the middle of it all!
ReplyDeleteThanks! And it's good to see you back. After I took such a long break, I didn't know if anyone would still be reading.
ReplyDeleteYou're in my google reader, Melanie! I'm glad you're back posting again. I've been tempted to take a break now and again but I haven't yet.
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm still trying to settle on a workable format for this blog. There is so much I want to blog about that I'll probably end up keeping a separate, more reflective blog about writing. But I've got to work out the kinks with this one first.
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