Sometimes ya just gotta skip!
October 7, 2009
Skip work and chores? Skip meals? Skip the meeting, or blow off practice? No, I mean take a friend’s hand or your dog on a leash and skip down the street. Like you did when you were a kid. That joyful giggly way of getting down the road a little quicker yet slow enough to take in the sights around you. Caution: This activity may cause anyone seeing you to smile or…even laugh.
This week begins a new 6 week entry-level kilnforming class and I looked forward to leading a new group of students into the world of kilnformed glass. As I sat at the computer printing up handouts, mentally preparing the steps I like to take new students through, I looked out the window and just had to get outside.
Outside into one of the most gorgeous, windless, warm fall days ever. Outside, into quite possibly the last beautiful day before autumn rains and (shudder) the snows of winter hit.
My heart begged me to leave the work at hand for a little while, take my beautiful dog who’s not had enough attention for too many days in a row and go for a walk. A long walk. It felt so peaceful, not a car passing, no loud lawn machinery, no one else around, just me with my dog, the birds and blue sky.
My heart singing, I notice my surroundings with acuity. It’s so beautiful I have to breathe in with all my senses. I see the glory of fall surrounding us as we make our way down the road. Really see it, the sharp lines of each leaf turned red, the achingly bright blue sky. It’s so still I can hear the silence and the fresh crisp air is intoxicating. The allure of an elderberry draws me in to touch it. I feel the texture of the bark and the smooth round berries.
As we continued down the road, joy overtook me and I began to skip. Yes, as in “skip, skip, skip to my Lou, skip to my Lou, my darlin’. I laughed, my dog looked at me as if to say ‘what’s up with that woman now’, but went with the flow and joyfully danced alongside me.
An hour later I was back to my class preparations, renewed with fresh excitement and tingling energy .
For some, the electric energy of a city, people and cars moving at a fast pace at the feet of skyscrapers are inspiration and gets their blood flowing.
For me, it’s the song of nature in her many forms. What inspires you? what makes your heart sing?
Will you skip down the road with me?