Tuesday, November 2, 2010

dias de los muertos

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Nothing ever happens like we plan.



Perhaps that's best for a week of surprises: we might anticipate how things are going to be, but there it is--- the fly in the ointment or the cake waiting in the oven, the good and bad peeking out in equal measure.



Unsteady ground. Nowhere to stand for good footing. The dirt shifts and slides, the world tilting until we roll in a jumbled mess: tumbling, tumbling.


What do you do?



If you're Bean, the answer is simple.



When the tilt-a-whirl spins, and you can't trust the dirt under your feet to stand--- you twirl, you leap, you fly...
You dance.

































4 comments:

Chip said...

I'm very proud of you and Punky. I loved hanging with you 2 on the south side of our nation. See you tomorrow. Love you!

serenity now said...

Love this post, Whimsy.

stacie d said...

I want to live more like Bean - more dancing, twirling, leaping & flying! Love you all xo

Shelly Overlook said...

The braided pigtails are so delightful!