It's Here

Finally.

 

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@ Les Dames D'Abord Instagram 

Consider This

 

 

 

We are broken.

 

But guess what?

 

All you have to do is look out your window

 

or 

 

be even more daring:

 

go outside 

 

and 

 

examine the flowers of the field.

 

 

 

For most of us, the landscape is barely

 

waking up 

 

from a long death

 

yet your eyes do not deceive you.

 

Life rises again.

 

 

 

If the flower that falls 

 

and 

 

blooms again in such splendor 

 

can ecstatically shout 

Hallelujah

 

then 

 

so can I.

 

Life will rise again.

 

Happy Easter.

 

The Color of Life

 

 

 

Like Louis

 

I see 

 

 

What color is your world?

Look What the Wind Blew in

 

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Les Dames D'abord

Fly Away

 If you could 

 

Fly Away

 

where would you land?

 

I think I'd breeze over 

 

The Netherlands

 

where 

 

tulips gather in harmony

 

 

and call on the daffodils

 

to

 

come out and play.

 

 Fly Away.

 

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Les Dames D'Abord

 

Dance Lesson

 

 

 I'm going back in time

 

 

with 

 

my music choices

 

and

 

feeling the rapid beat of my heart

 

while I prepare

 

a blog post just for 

 

you.

 

But you are no longer here.

 

I am alone. 

 

Oh, forgive me

 

 the two of you 

 

who still come every time without fail

 

when I post 

 

to 

 

leave me a comment-

 

thank you 

 

for always joining me

 

in a 

 

pas de deux 

 

between friends.

 

But I've learned to dance alone.

 

It's a hard lesson to learn that people 

 

come and go 

 

in your life.

 

Some make a conscientious choice to leave you

 

others have no choice 

 

because

 

life changes their circumstances.

 

Therefore, 

 

I understand better now

 

that it's not anything I've done or said

 

but simply that 

 

people move on.

 

Sometimes the greatest performance is the one 

 

you dance by yourself

 

when you are able to tell yourself that you are 

 

stronger

more loved

and more capable

 than you ever thought possible.

 I will post here a few more times this year

to share my photos

 then my work will continue

on my 

Instagram page.

 

Don't forget: 

 

 

 

Thaw

 

 

H a l l e l u j a h

 

and thank heaven

 

that

 

t h e   t h a w 

 

is  coming.

 

 

Thank heaven 

 

that 

 

with every drip

of 

 

January's grip

that

 

February's love

 

is 

 

revealed.

 

Soon

your joy 

 

will spill out from golden vessels 

 

of gratitude

 

and 

 

overflow to others

 

and fill their cups.

 

 

But we know that winter will return

yet we cultivate and nourish

with 

 

seeds of praise.

H a l l e l u j a h .

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B A C K S T A G E

 

Unless 

 

you've been backstage for a performance

 

 

 

you will never know 

 

what goes into the staging

 

of

 

a person's story.

 

 

As the curtain of 2020 has risen

we have seen 

 

resilience, collaboration, innovation

 

as well as

 

defeat, division and personal loss.

 

You can be in line at the gas pump

 

or in the parking lot of a home improvement store

 

and a complete stranger will have no problem

 

insulting you

 

lashing out - even threatening you

 

or 

 

breaking down in front of you.  

You never know what has gone on

B A C K S T A G E 

for 

 

a performance as such.

That is why I've changed course.

 

From the political scene to the pandemic

 

I observe from my theatre seat

 

and I wonder and I weep

 

but all it took was for

 

one man

in his mid-70s

 

standing in front of me in line 

 

buying bottled water

to rant 

 

about the closure of his business

 

to question my use of a mask and goggles

and then to

I read his script.

 

 And the uncanny thing about it is

it 

 

was my script.

 

The muffled words sucking in and puffing out 

 

from behind his mask,

 

"I'm so sorry but it's been so hard. I'm losing everything. I deeply apologize" 

were like a tinnitus in my ears

that resonated his pain with mine.

 

His admission ticket of humility 

 

wasn't for a seat for the final act

but 

 

for entrance into the darkness 

 

of 

 

the corridors 

 

of 

 

our humanity.

 

 

 

 

It was a Beautiful Day

In the neighborhood

Until a seed that had been growing 

for 23 years

in the heart of our neighbor

sprouted up one day

as a thorn 

 as a result of his consistent cultivation

of 

unforgiveness and brokeness.


We were hurt. We were angry.

But now 

we are healing.

I am so grateful. I am beyond joyful to know

that every day I have a chance 

to raise my heart to the sun

like the daisies of the field

and ask for the power 

to love the broken

as I have been loved

for I too am broken. 

We all are. 

Be we can fix it all.  

It's not easy to live out 

but 

it's not that difficult to start:

harbor your ship

in 

gentle waters.

Hate has no place on this journey of mine. 

I want to live.

 

Thoughts

W h e r e v e r

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les dames d'abord

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