The dance of life
Fancy a dance? What music would you choose? We recently had a
’70s night at home with friends. We fixed up the old record player and got
out all the old records – and old memories, too.
After 15 years of marriage, I didn’t think there was much
I didn’t know about my husband. How wrong I was. We didn’t share much
common ground in music. I grew up with AC/DC, Skyhooks, Cold Chisel and
Meatloaf, to name a few (now I’m showing my age). My husband preferred
other less tasteful music.
I love to have the music on in the car when I drive. Listening
and dancing to music can be soothing; it can help us to relax and unwind, or it
can stir up the passion within. Regardless of your taste, though, it is the
slowing down long enough to listen that’s important. Life is like a dance.
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round, or listened to
the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic
flight, or gazed at a sunset into the fading night? Slow down, don’t dance
so fast. Time is short and the music won’t last.
Do you run through each day without time to pause? When you
ask: “How are you?” do you hear the reply?
When the day is over, do you lie in your bed with the next
hundred chores running through your head? Slow down, don’t dance so fast.
Time is short and the music won’t last.
Have you ever told your child: “We’ll do it
tomorrow” and, in your haste, not seen his sorrow? Have you lost touch
with friends because you’re just too busy to call and say: “Hi”?
You’d better slow down, don’t dance so fast. Time is short and the
music won’t last.
When you race so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun
of getting there. Sometimes it is on the journey of life that the growth and
fun occurs. The destination is just a bonus.
When you hurry and worry through your day, it is like an
unopened gift thrown away. Life isn’t a race. Try to take it slower and
hear the music before the song is over.
