Life

Macy made the coolest collage last night!!!! and NO! We don't own the game, COD!!!


Life is a gift...if you don't value your gift, nobody else will!!

What are we doing here???

Macy's post on facebook today made me smile.
see below!!!
Namaste,
Michele

if the worlds supposedly "gonna end" in 2012, shouldnt they have us do more productive things than sitting at a desk for 40 hours a week? like touring the world or helping people or something?
-Macy

Dance when you're broken open

Macy in her new pointe shoes.

Dance

Dance when you're broken open.

Dance when you've torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance when you're perfectly free.

Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,

like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,

Begins.

Maybe you don't hear that tambourine,

or the tree leaves clapping time.

Close the ears on your head,

that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.

There are other things to see, and hear.

Music. Dance.

A brilliant city inside your soul!

--Rumi

love

Macy dancing at relay for life. do you like the song below???? One of my favorites. Love, Michele


Love
by John Lennon

Love is real, real is love,
Love is feeling, feeling love,
Love is wanting to be loved.
Love is touch, touch is love,
Love is reaching, reaching love,
Love is asking to be loved.
Love is you, You and me,
Love is knowing, We can be.
Love is free, free is love,
Love is living, living love,
Love is needing to be loved.

"To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more
beautiful, more powerful. This is power, it is glory on
earth and it is yours for the taking." -Agnes De Mille

Cherry trees and a dear friend

Cassie decided she wanted to get Macy a cherry tree for her birthday.
She ended up getting her two beautiful trees because they need cross pollination in order to grow fruit. Macy is very excited to have her own fruit trees. Someone from the city is coming today to show us the best place to plant them.
What a special present ehh???? Cassie continues to amaze me!!! See the pictures below of them between the birthday trees.



"Hey Mace- When your cherries grow on the trees, we could eat them and spit the seeds at each other."- Cassie

My friend Sarah reminded me to read this quote that was emailed to us today....read below:
"All that is required now is that you continue to till the soil of your
soul. Just as you would not neglect seeds that you planted with the hope
that they will bear vegetables and fruits and flowers, so you must attend
to and nourish the garden of your becoming."
~Jean Houston

Happy Birthday Macy!!!

Happy Happy Birthday to our Macer!!!

Love All, Serve All

"The only way we are ever going to ensure peace on this planet is to adopt the entire world as "our family." We are going to have to hug them, and kiss them. And dance and play with them. And we are going to have to sit and talk and walk and cry with them. Because when we do, we'll be able to see that, indeed, everyone is beautiful, and we all complement each other beautifully and we would all be poorer without each other."
- Stan Dale

Poem about Macy

Melanie Uttech took this picture at the Hessler Street Fair last year.....it was the last street fair there will ever be.


poem about macy macy (on the first day of school)
By Markk

i drop macy off on the first day of school.
she looks over where the tree used to be.
i’m still mad they cut down that tree, she says,
but she smiles again,
for it is the first day of school.


i hear the bright lines
of a grateful dead song:
“ah, child of countless trees,
ah, child of boundless seas.”

she dances down the driveway
& dances right back. asks me to
make her spaghetti (just butter,
no sauce). tells me there is a
spider in bathroom, begs me to
take it outside, not kill it. wonders
out loud if she would like it in
new york, tells me she’s mad that
mira gets to go to the movies & not her.

macy talks about skunks like
they are her pets. calls them
her “fellow friends.” sits for
an hour practicing a cello
in squeaks & melodious notes
without ever having a lesson.

macy –

asks me to help her find her shoes,
her ipod, her pencil case, loses
everything, cries, and finds it again.
cries when her guinea pig needs more food,
laughs like a maniac about a line
in some song. cries when she sees
a homeless man on cleveland’s
bleak streets, laughs again when
she sees the face of a tiny dog.

macy & cassie take pictures
of each other, backflips on the
lawn, making ridiculous faces,
hanging upside down from
the swing set. they sit in the
grass, planning to save all the
animals, & i’m certain they will.

it is the first day of school. macy races
up the sidewalk, always looks back &
waves a second time just to be sure.

macy calls me on my cell phone
as i sit in a hotel near chicago,
tells me i have to get carry out
for dinner, & eat it in the room,
because it makes her sad to think
of me in a restaurant eating alone.

macy says if she meets george bush
she will tell him a thing or two.

a family of five & macy is the conscience,
in many ways, she is older than anyone,
an indigo child in a world of dark shadows.

all five of us in the car heading off
somewhere. macy is barefoot, says
she doesn’t need to wear shoes.

but she wears her dance shoes
tight on her feet, dressed in taffeta
& lace, smiling as the song comes to
end, smiling with wide eyes. all of
the animals are there in front row,
& clap their paws with a beautiful thud.

first day of school & the world belongs to macy