{One in an Open Field}

“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream.

Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams.

World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams.

Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.”

-Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy

It’s going to be a good year… I can feel it in my bones.

But, I will admit.

2010 was an uncomfortable one at best.

Half the time I felt like this dress.

A lone object in a vast field.

I could see in many directions, but could not get to where I was going.

Or reach those in need of reaching.

There were times where the whicker of the winds made me shutter in my vulnerability.

And others where a gentle breeze across my hem gave me reprieve.

As strange as this dress hanging exposed… lonesome in an open field.

Yet, suspended softly with silent, peaceful poise.

But what my heart knows, is that no matter how it looks, there is purpose to all we do.

Purpose to all that is given.

Purpose to why we are here, winds or no winds.

So.

I’d like to think that, I, as this dress, was standing firm as the winds blew around me.

I’d like to think that I remained more than static in the air, to shoo

the proverbial crow from pecking away at my spirit.

That I could withstand the elements.

Because I truly believe that I am not given what I cannot handle.

Because discomfort means change is coming, and a change in the weather will do me good.

Because in all the winds of change is the whistling of hope.

Then, because it’s what I do…

I like to imagine the dress in it’s days.

It was the go to frock… twirling around a dance floor

or swirling in an open field.

It was donned for church with the perfect hat perched upon the head

and two white gloved hands clutching a Sunday only purse.

Or buying groceries at the local market, all the while placing

fresh flowers wrapped in newspaper in the wicker basket of a beautifully rusted bicycle.

Hearing the tinker of the bell.

Because, well, life is made to dance through.

And stand tall through.

In an open field or otherwise.

And sometimes… to stand alone

for a greater purpose unbeknownst to me.

It is yours.  It is mine.

The playing is on.

Take it to the field.

Shine on friends,

Dana

p.s.  Here’s to 2011… it’s going to be a good year.

Remember to never walk by the color purple in a field and not take notice.

Eyes wide open, my friends.

Eyes wide open.