but when I have time to write, I'm not inspired.
Back and forth I go,until that rare moment when I am in sync with my muse and we mingle momentarily.
The piece below came from sitting through a commencement ceremony for second daughter.This is the final awards/graduation from high school and into life..(aka work or further education etc.)
I forgot my camera,:( thankful my friend had hers for some pics she'll give me.)
so these are from google....
My eyes are riveted at the feet passing by. I am a couple chairs away from the aisle.The band is playing triumphantly to signal the finish of
The finish of commencement. Can you finish a beginning?
The feet draw me. First I watched their faces, but soon I dropped my gaze down low to the floor.
I like shoes, and there is every kind of shoe here.
Outrageous high heels,classic heels,wonderful wedges, practical flats, flirty flip flops, shiny gentleman shoes, tired running shoes, cowboy boots, hipster boots, no rubber boots I guess:)
Personalities expressed in foot wear passing by in a blur to begin.
Ready to end the formalities and begin reality.
We all walk away from commencement. We all have shoes to put on.
Shoes we thought would help us navigate the lifelong lesson of learning.
Learning about ourselves, about others, and this great big but shrinking world.
We learn to look out, away from ourselves for happiness, for belonging.
We experience love, acceptance, hurt and betrayal.
We out grow the shoes purchased for commencement and realise we have a long way to go before we arrive.
The room at commencement was filled with promise and potential.
Three hundred graduates ready to pursue their purpose and calling.
I am inspired sitting in the audience, just me, but a small sphere of influence in my own small world, encouraged by youth, by passion and vision.
Encouraged to dream, to live not recklessly, but faithfully.
To walk gracefully and full of grace, in spite of shoes that may not always be comfortable.
my daughter kicked off these heels and ran barefoot to our vehicle.
It's hard to chase dreams in heels I guess...:)