He is American and talented.
He sang his American national anthem.
From the stands, those who have been taught racism rang out, "BOOOOO!!" because of the colour of his skin.
Why?
Today, important once again to search for simple joy.
Puppy nibbles on toes.
His little body twists and turns with exultation for no reason other than to express his merriment for living.
A walk with Papi and the Fuzzy Family down the beach as we giggle at their antics of jumping in and amongst the waves, rolling, tumbling.
We floated around in the pool, I drinking lime water for my stomach that seems to have come into contact with some bug, from somewhere, Papi drinking soda, of course.
We taught Pathetic Puppy and Jake-a-Like how to swim and exit, so that they could save themselves if they ever fell in to the pool.
This, while The Donkey swam laps around them.
I taught children piano, watching their pride glow as they felt the strength of playing the line right.
One little soul pulled on my heart strings.
We both wore glasses.
She liked mine, I liked hers.
She helped me with my Spanish, I helped her with her staccatos.
I felt connection to her awkwardness, and the wanting so badly to be loved and have approval.
Something as effortless as encouragement in her fledgling musicianship made us both feel strong.
It gave us an acquaintance where nothing mattered for that half hour, but the lesson and sharing the music.
MusicMan gave me a great hug when he saw me yesterday.
He had gratitude for me being there, I had gratitude that he was happy to see me.
Simply joy.
He told me he spoke to the BigWigs and it looks like I'll get paid for my work in September.
I'm already being paid in my heart, but a little reimbursement for my gas will be the cherry on top.
I was tired and weak when I arrived at Dream Project.
I left energized and ready to make more of my day than I had in a few days, from feeling so weighted in my heart.
When I arrived home, The Carpenter followed me in to our driveway with an offer: if I pay for the wood, he will make seats for the children of The Garage Band no charge.
It's happening!
People are starting to help with the children.
I only took the first steps.
But now, I am seeing others follow for their support.
Soon, they'll have a place to sit as they sing.
Simple joy.
This is only the beginning.
I'm so happy for them, and yes, for me.
It means their energetic, wiggly little bodies won't be squirming all over the place.
They'll have somewhere to plant themselves to listen a little better to instructions.
Seats.
Something so uncomplicated, yet another step toward more jubilance, love and gratitude.
It's simple to find, when you focus on the good.
Joy.
He sang his American national anthem.
From the stands, those who have been taught racism rang out, "BOOOOO!!" because of the colour of his skin.
Why?
Today, important once again to search for simple joy.
Puppy nibbles on toes.
His little body twists and turns with exultation for no reason other than to express his merriment for living.
A walk with Papi and the Fuzzy Family down the beach as we giggle at their antics of jumping in and amongst the waves, rolling, tumbling.
We floated around in the pool, I drinking lime water for my stomach that seems to have come into contact with some bug, from somewhere, Papi drinking soda, of course.
We taught Pathetic Puppy and Jake-a-Like how to swim and exit, so that they could save themselves if they ever fell in to the pool.
This, while The Donkey swam laps around them.
I taught children piano, watching their pride glow as they felt the strength of playing the line right.
One little soul pulled on my heart strings.
We both wore glasses.
She liked mine, I liked hers.
She helped me with my Spanish, I helped her with her staccatos.
I felt connection to her awkwardness, and the wanting so badly to be loved and have approval.
Something as effortless as encouragement in her fledgling musicianship made us both feel strong.
It gave us an acquaintance where nothing mattered for that half hour, but the lesson and sharing the music.
MusicMan gave me a great hug when he saw me yesterday.
He had gratitude for me being there, I had gratitude that he was happy to see me.
Simply joy.
He told me he spoke to the BigWigs and it looks like I'll get paid for my work in September.
I'm already being paid in my heart, but a little reimbursement for my gas will be the cherry on top.
I was tired and weak when I arrived at Dream Project.
I left energized and ready to make more of my day than I had in a few days, from feeling so weighted in my heart.
When I arrived home, The Carpenter followed me in to our driveway with an offer: if I pay for the wood, he will make seats for the children of The Garage Band no charge.
It's happening!
People are starting to help with the children.
I only took the first steps.
But now, I am seeing others follow for their support.
Soon, they'll have a place to sit as they sing.
Simple joy.
This is only the beginning.
I'm so happy for them, and yes, for me.
It means their energetic, wiggly little bodies won't be squirming all over the place.
They'll have somewhere to plant themselves to listen a little better to instructions.
Seats.
Something so uncomplicated, yet another step toward more jubilance, love and gratitude.
It's simple to find, when you focus on the good.
Joy.
i feel good doing things that improve the well being of others
No comments:
Post a Comment
your comments make this world feel smaller ... and you feel closer