Odd place for big ideas

In Zumba this morning, one of the songs played was Wavin Flag by K’naan. 

I really like it a lot.

Makes me stop and think.

The combination of this song and the swimming pool incident yesterday just collided in an interesting way I guess.

Often it seems there is this polarized position…fear fueled…you must choose between helping your own or lending a hand to others.

How often do we REALLY have to choose?

IS a choice required?

I think we would be very surprised how long the journey is to that point in the road where that decision must be made…AND I wonder if we have indeed traveled all that way to that point…helping those we happen upon who need us…is it possible that we have gathered the strength and power to have the capacity and resources to say, “I choose both…no one will falter on this day.”

I picked someone’s child up out of the pool when they could not stand on their own…simple things…everyone does this…would do this…when it is set before you…

It is the walls built…the isolation of communities that allows struggle to be removed and consequently denounced…marginalized…minimized.

The extending of a hand …residing on the perimeter to be there for those who might need us…

I think it is not such a difficult thing.

So here it is…as long as they allow it to remain – this lovely thought provoking song.

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About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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