Thoughts of a Teen

My daughter is graduating high school in just a few weeks. The day we all hope for good weather so we can enjoy the outside ceremonies instead of the gym. Although, the way the weather patterns have been this year, if it is outside we just might need to wear our winter clothes. While her major is not yet determined, she will be going on for a minor in dance. All good, I had no idea either when I embarked upon that journey.

One of her final projects for english/creative writing was to pen a series of short stories or poems. I wanted to share with you the one she shared with me. Proud papa moments.

She lived for him.

For the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at her.
For when they’re together and all they feel is love surrounding them, never letting them go.
His soft voice sounded like flower petals flowing in the wind.
His hands felt like a smooth warm blanket keeping her secure.
His lips a velvety touch to hers, nothing like she’s ever felt before.
He made her feel like there was galaxies racing through her body.
Her soul danced for him.
Making sure he never stopped smiling.
When he is sad, her heart crumbles just wishing that she could do something, anything to make him feel the least bit happy.
They laughed together, loved together, were happy together.

There was no place she’d rather be.

But when times got rough, all she felt was guilt, like she wasn’t good enough to keep him happy.
Like she wasn’t great enough to keep him going.
Although, she was his light, she knew she kept him going even though it didn’t seem like it.
For all those times that she felt worthless and like nothing, he made it better.
He made her feel something real.
She felt important and appreciated.
She never felt a love so consuming of her body, mind and spirit.
He had been the one she was always looking for.
She strived to be his number one.
His only one.

Now the question was… did he live for her?

-Brittany Shepherd

 

We have often talked about a major in creative writing, even philosophy. Letting her find her own way on this path, time will tell.

Thanks for stopping by!

 

In This Leap

I was in Maryland recently cheering on my daughter’s dance team during their national competition. During some down time, standing on the balcony of our hotel, seven floors up and over looking the ocean I get a call from my daughter who was on the beach with a friend. “Dad, can you take pictures of us jumping?” Unable to resist the challenge on went the 200 mm, and a few phone calls later we had what we wanted.

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This image of Brittany captured the attention of one of our friends, who sent it to one of her friends who just happens to be a terrific writer. Inspired by the photograph of a leaping dancer a poem was born:

IN THIS LEAP

 It is here that I live

the in between realm

of Being and flying

the space between soft sand and azure sky

where my legs are strong,

my hair flows like a running stream,

and my purpose shines

just beyond the salmon horizon.

In this leap is my freedom.

I sing here,

I dance here

I am.

Cristina M. R. Norcross

Copyright 2014

Thank you Cristina for touching our lives!

And for those of you wondering what the other half of the tandem accomplished:

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Thanks for stopping by! Till next time…

Phil