My eyes couldn’t take it all in last night.
It may have been the most beautiful barn in the world, surrounded outside by an abundance of hydrangeas, lantana, and gorgeous urns full of summer’s bounty. The stained concrete floors, the rich wood walls and ceilings, the antler chandeliers, and one hundred pairs of the world’s most beautiful boots—it was a sight for sore eyes.
I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure heaven will be something like a square dance.
The age range was something like 7-77 but it was hard to tell which group was having more fun.
Teenage angst doesn’t stand a chance against this kind of fun. There were a few on the fringes who were a little too embarrassed/shy/fearful at first. It’s easy to focus on ourselves, on our own insecurities, on the self-doubt that can so easily cripple us.
But the key to square dancing (and maybe to life?) is to look outward. To be willing to see how the world shines. And to honor it by dancing.
To be willing to look beyond ourselves, if just for a while.
To take someone’s hand, whether she be 7 or 77 and honor her however we may.
Last night, to do honor meant to dance. (In cute boots, of course.)
Today, it means to finish the laundry, talk to the teenager, chop up the salad, and write the words. It doesn’t seem very precious at all, actually, but doing the next thing needed to bless the next person in front of me is to show honor.
And oh, the times I’ve blown it. Too busy, too full of self, too burdened, too afraid.
Opening my eyes and my heart are always harder than I think.
I have to wade past my selfishness, my doubt, my impatience, my heartache and my own stubborn agenda.
Today—I hope I have eyes to see.
I hope I can muster the courage to jump in with both feet. To dance. To listen. To see how the world shines and to find some small way to honor it.
What precious things are you holding today? What would it mean to honor them?
(p.s. I’ve MISSED you like crazy!! Also? You should totally hire a square dance caller for your next event!)