It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Chapter 10, Page 10, Book 12



I Hope You Dance . . .
This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend.
 The last line says it all. 

Dear Bertha,

I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.

Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I'm not saving anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.

Someday and one of these days are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now

I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.

I'm guessing; I'll never know.

It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special. 

Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.

People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.

Original source and author unknown

5 comments:

linda m said...

Excellent words!

That corgi :) said...

We need to take the advice written here to heart and live and dance more because our days truly are so numbered, no matter how many of them we may live!! Thanks for sharing Ma!

betty

Kath said...

I E.Mailed someone last night to come around to my home today,as they havn't a landline,for this very reason.What a wonderful 2hours we have had this afternoon.These words are so true Ma.Have a lovely day .Take Care God Bless Kath xx

Chatty Crone said...

I really love that poem and I do love the last line - it sounds so familiar. I will have to think about it. Friends are important!

JeanJournal said...

Very sad today for my neighbor on the right side of my house died and he's close to the age of my son who is 50~he rode his motorcycle to work and at work had 5 heart attacks one after another~~We should cherish every moment of our time here on earth for some of us live to be old & some DON'T~AND MA YOUR WORDS today are so true reminding us to CHERISH our moments & DANCE! & SING & SMILE & LIVE HAPPY! & CELEBRATE EVERYTHING! BUT MOST OF ALL~~~SHARE OUR LOVE FOR THE LORD!!! WITH OTHERS!!! ~ Jean(Rome Georgia Girl living in Calhoun