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dancing in the rain...............
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dancing in the rain............... yesterday, after a long and sweaty Florida day of cleaning out cabinets and closets, my sister and i were sitting on the lanai, listening to the distant roll of thunder and praying for a cool breeze. within 3 minutes, the lightening began and the thunder cracked and boomed and the rain, oh,the rain was a florida rain, fierce and drenching and strong. the lightening danceda circular dance around mama's house, the thunder following it, in a tight two step. each crack of thunder so loud that it drew a gasp. the air was charged, electric. mama's house is on a lake and the furious rain pelted the lake into motion, stirring the waters into a gray/blue green frenzy. the sky lit up with the spears of lightening. i stood under the breezeway and watched the storm. there is a tree in mama's garden that blooms only once a year....the rest of the year, it looks like a giant twig...no sign of life.. and i had never seen it in bloom ...not until this week. the yellow flowers are orchid like and sit as sprays on the end of these gray twigs. the rain on the lake water. and then there he was...a great white heron....brilliant in his whiteness.... standing next to this odd odd tree and silhouetted against the gray/green/blue of the lake. herons are easily spooked...but this beautiful bird, stood there in this drenching storm as it circled my mother's house and did not move. when i stepped out onto the lawn, he saw me. he looked directly at me and preened but he did not leave. the rain soaked through my clothes in seconds and for the first time in days...no weeks....i felt my skin come alive. slowly i began to twirl, my face raised to the rain and the lightening arcing over me. the Heron watched. the stark white of the heron, the creamy yellow of these magical flowers, the lake as it moved from grey to green to blue and always silvered by the rain disrupting its surface. the dance became laughter and the laughter drew my sister from the safety of the house and like we went puddle jumping through the streets. i am sure that the neighbors found us strange, maybe even inappropriate. but mama, she was dancing with us..... and laughing with us..... and it was okay to close the door today and leave the shell that was her house. because, as ana said to me, she is the ripple from the stone. and now, i know, no further away than a moment of shared joy, the smell of strong coffee, the sound of a 's laughter..... she is in each thing that resonates for me and i am still her mib..... deep and true always and forever i love you mama m You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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This made me tear up - what a beautiful moment. And very cool that your sister is also so free (hard to imagine either of my sisters laughing and puddle jumping)  
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A very moving and beautiful tribute. Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde
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6/9/2007 8:51 pm |
my sister and I would do something like that! And your story has made me miss her, even though she is only a 2 hour drive away. I am glad that you and your sister have that memory to share. CE  "All you'll get from strangers is surface pleasantry or indifference. Only someone who loves you will criticize you." - Judith Crist, crack film critic
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I knew you'd opt to play to the Audience! Unrehearsed... ad lib - you've stood your mark and allowed the show to go on. Your words pierce me with their true heartfelt beauty, we... and I'm so very, very pleased by your return. Solar...
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oh wicked... *hugs tightly*
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6/10/2007 9:52 am |
Your story beautifully illustrates one of my favorite, gushingly sentimental songs, Faith Hill's "I Hope You Dance." You do dance with life...and death...beautifully. Thank you for giving me the gift of watching and learning.
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Moments like this are special and magical. Thank you for sharing - we are all privileged. warm xx
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My friend..the Chickasaw people believe that if one listens they can hear the whispers of their ancestors. This post touched me.. thank you for aknowledging what my people passed from generation to generation ...i believe. *hugs*
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What a beautiful post I can picture two sisters celebrating the rain XX MJ
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