It doesn't take much more than a passing glance at any of the news channels to come to the realization that the world is in a mess. We have a nasty virus that seems to be lingering on far longer than most of us expected. We have government and health officials lying about that same virus so much that one hardly knows who to trust and believe anymore. Prices everywhere are going up way faster than most people's paychecks. Uninvited guests are coming over while the government is inviting folks to come in and we don't have a clue who they are. After battling those “tally-wackos” for 20 years, the hired help up in Washington turns around and practically gives them the keys to the country we've been trying to keep them out of. We have our own citizens trapped in that same country, at the mercy of those same “tally-wackos” and the hired help in Washington is actually rumored to be going out of their way to keep them there. On top of all that, my ankle still hurts. It seems that all hope for optimism has been flushed down the drain.
But then, yesterday, something happened that made me rethink all of that. I went to take pictures of a group of five and six-year-old dancers on their first day of dance class for an upcoming magazine article. To see the smiles on these little faces and hearing the giggles of joy that emanated from the pure elation of dancing made an old cynic realize that all that other “stuff” didn't matter so much. An easy smile came across my face as I watched these kids hop and skip across the room. Their little hearts were filled with far too much joy to have any room for the gloomy stuff from the news channels. I am glad I allowed a bit of their joy to wash out some of the stuff from my heart as well.
I am looking forward to seeing these same little ones when their dance recital comes around. Not only to see the progress they make, but by then I should be ready for another “booster.” I hope they always have a reason to dance.
From the sunny side: And the dancers danced on
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