Paint Brushes In My Hand

Do you remember that nap? It turns out it was one of those things that are good at the time but not so great later on. I cleaned the kitchen at midnight and when I did finally get to bed, I had a hard time falling asleep. I love naps but it made teaching tap rather difficult today. Lucky for Sheri and I no other students came to Irish so we went out for a beer in the sun instead after teaching the kids class. There is a better rhythm in there somewhere. I'll keep looking for it. I think it may be buried under the quilt pieces laying across my keyboard. I haven't played my music in a long time.

I can see through the trees someone is shooting off illegal fireworks. I rather wish God would set off fireworks. Something lit up in the sky like Annie's name at the end of "Annie" the movie. Direction, guidance, something in red, I'm not picky! But then I hear the voices of those around me, those insistent and annoying yet welcome voices saying the same things over and over again and it occurs to me that their voices may be God's fireworks in the sky. Do I keep looking for God's guidance and ignore the trusted voices around me? Are they telling me the important things I need to do that I keep leaving off the to-do pile? Have I been dreaming of things in my life I forgot to live that life? I think I've been looking at parts of my life like I would look at a beautiful painting in a museum and have just recently woken up to the realization that there are paint brushes in my hand.

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