2006. Ballroom dance practice.
2009, before I retired these shoes.
Dance of Life by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2019
Yes, laugh, I said. It means that we’re alive.
2006. Ballroom dance practice.
2009, before I retired these shoes.
Dance of Life by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2019
Yes, laugh, I said. It means that we’re alive.
Welcome to the #WeekendCoffeeShare, hosted by Allison at eclecticali.wordpress.com. I’m departing from the usual catch-me-up conversation, and I’d like you to just dream with me. It was Holy Week this week and I attended a somber Maundy Thursday service, then had a diagnostic appointment and a funeral memorial to attend Friday for my neighbor who was only 63. Everything turned out fine at the appointment, though, and the memorial was heartwarming. Still, it gets a person thinking about their own mortality. I have added to my bucket list, and likely will keep doing so. Even if I never get to these, I have gotten to some! So, sit with me, sip your favorite latte, tea, or other appropriate social drink, and lets dream as if we’ll live forever!
*Some I have done. Okay, very few. 🙂
Do you have similar dreams? I’ve decided it is okay if I only get to some of them, and my excitement over Cape Horn led me to purchase a book about two people who sailed around it. I can’t believe I still haven’t tried goat yoga! I’m getting so close. This is the year!
Dream with me, my friend!