Care Givers

Yesterday the sun came out in all its glory. Like my prayer shawl, sunny warmth wrapped around my shoulders. A cooling breeze still whisssspered of winter’s presence; my heart song, like the birdsong around me, sang of Spring’s sure return.

Blue skies replace the grays of winter; shy green shoots poke through leaves grown damp and dank ‘neath the cold; bare trees dare to bud; yellow daffodils wake a dreary world; Spring’s package not yet complete; take care new life!

Today my morning is dedicated to baking for my grandson so far away. His favorite congo bars and ginger snaps keep my hands busy; seventies music blasts beats from the past; memories bend and twist; the groove is on!

When did I become a dancing grandma? I don’t remember having one of my own; now Mother could jitterbug like nobody’s business; suppers a’waitin’ while we girls laugh and jive to Mother’s lead; kitchens were made for dancing!

Baking and dancing have always been part of my special recipes; flour, spices, butter, eggs, beat in time; heat and it rises; my cup overflows!

Packed full with care, love postmarked, non-perishable!

Dear Lord, I thank You for dancing kitchens, special recipes, and a new spring in my step!

“Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice!”  Philippians 4:4


Lord of the Dance

Written by Sydney Carter 1963

I danced in the morning
when the world was begun,
and I danced in the moon
and the stars and the sun,
and I came down from heaven
and I danced on the earth,
at Bethlehem
I had my birth.

Dance, then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
and I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be,
and I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said he.


Simple Gifts   

Author: Joseph Brackett  1848

Shaker Dancing Song


‘Tis the gift to be simple,

’tis the gift to be free

Tis the gift to come down

where we ought to be,

And when we find ourselves

in the place just right,

Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gained,

To bow and to bend

we shan’t be ashamed,

To turn, turn will be our delight,

Till by turning, turning

we come ’round right’.




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