For years, my family and I been talking about having a dance
party on the sport court. It is large, with a beautiful view and given the
right weather it is the perfect place to do almost anything.
So, every year we
try to find a date and thus far every summer has slipped by without a party.
Despite our best efforts, life gets in the way.
This year I was determined.
We set a date for the dance party, sent out invites and
made a pact that even if we were the only ones who showed up we’d party anyway.
12 rice paper lanterns , 2 strings of twinkling lights, 1
canvas screen , 1 projector, a copy of Just Dance and a great sound system
later, our vision was underway.
We were relieved and
pleasantly surprised as person after person trekked up the rock path to our
disco under the stars.
We ate, we laughed, and we bantered about life. Most of all
we danced. Young and old, family and
friend; not one of us really a dancer. Still, we did it anyway. We turned the music louder and threw caution
to the wind. Before the night was over
most of us realized that love isn’t reliant on how you look and joy will almost
always trump embarrassment.
Inspirational Author, William W. Purkey once said:
“You've gotta dance like
there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
If you were asked to describe heaven on earth what would you
say? I’ve not thought of this very deeply, but for now, this description comes
to my mind:
A cool summer night in the mountains surrounded by family
and friends. Light conversation, hugs
and smiles weaved together by music and laughter and love.
I have no way of knowing if this description is right.
I hope that it is close.
As I watched my daughter, my nieces and nephews, my cousins
and friends, my parents and uncle and aunt, and finally as I watched my husband
that night, one thing kept rolling through my mind.
Nights
like these are the stuff that memories are made of.
I wanted to say something
profound to accompany any recollection that might come later.
I didn’t.
I was afraid I would ruin the moment. The truth is that Lee Ann Womack says it so much better than I ever could. So I’ll
end this blog with her lyrics. Ever since that evening, this song as been on my mind.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
May you never take one
single breath for granted,
God forbid love never
leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel
small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door
closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll
give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the
choice to sit it out or dance...
I hope you dance.
I hope you never fear
those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the
path of least resistance,
Living might mean
taking chances, but they're worth taking
Loving might be a
mistake, but it's worth making.
Don't let some Hell
bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to
selling out reconsider,
Give the heavens above
more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the
choice to sit it out or dance…
I hope you dance. I
hope you dance.
Dedicated to my brother in-law,
Rick Blakemore who passed away the night of our party.
Rick Blakemore who passed away the night of our party.
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