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Sidey’s Weekend theme has been playing very cunning games with me.  I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m beginning to suspect something “otherworldly” is going on – perhaps a “ghost in the machine.”  I say that because on Friday when I checked out the weekend theme this week – just as the week before – this is what was displayed on my screen, (understand that the rest of her post is completely visible, and “normal” in appearance).  Here is what the final paragraph looked like on my screen:

“It’s not a competition; it’s a way to have some fun together. Of course it is polite to attribute anything that is obtained by ‘research’ and is not your own (original) work.

This weekend the theme is

 

That’s it, folks.  The first thing that came to my mind was, “Ah hah! Sidey took a cue from my screen error last week and decided to have everybody give “blank space” a try as this weekend’s theme.  But I decided to wait – which is why this post is late, Sidey – It’ll be up before the end of my weekend, but after the start of your week.  I waited to see what everyone else would write about.  Upon learning that the theme is/was “Dance,” I decided that as I had done a lot of posting over the weekend, I would take a break and repost one I did last year called “The Dance of Love.”  It has a great YouTube video, and the poem is my response:

When first I saw you
I wondered
Are you for me,
     Am I for you
     Will we belong to each other?
I show you myself
I love who I am
     Do you love yourself
     Enough to love me?
Will we care for each other,
As we care for ourselves?
     I’ve learned to receive
     Do you know how to give?
Thankful for instinctive grace
Let us dance –
     In unison we walk –
     We run upon living water!
Our hearts joined, we move –
     To our own life-music,

This endearing, enduring dance of love.

 © Paula Tohline Calhoun – 2010

 
 
Dear Gentle Readers, I hope you find love, even when you have not sought it, give love, even if it is not asked of you, and nurture love, that it will grow – an ever-broadening, life-affirming dance. Of all good things, I wish you enough. . .
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