What if?

What if I sang like Brooklyn Shuck?
What if I'd taken dance in elementary school?

Would my life be different?

What if I'd never stepped into the barn at Windhover?
What if I'd never jumped a horse?
What if Miss Sara wasn't my (amazing) teacher?
What if I were still scared?

What would I look like?

What if I'd never had Ms. Avera in fourth grade?
What if I never wrote a poem?
What if I were still a freshman?

How different would I be?

What if I were never in youth choir?
What if I didn't meet Calla at AWANA?
What if Clara were someone else's sister?

Who would I talk to now?

What if I'd refused to go to that first audition?
What if I never went to that play?
What if I never met Graham Pilotte?

Where would I be?

What if I memorized verses with as much zest as I memorize Shakespeare?
What if I really got up early to read my Bible for more than twenty minutes?
What if I wondered what Jesus would do every second of my life?

Would my life be different?

I can't answer every question, but I know that I am about to find out about those.

Much love,

Heidi

Stretching my mind and my heart

I sit down at the piano.
My fingers begin to wander over the keys, pressing, releasing,
testing the waters,
apprehensive, but eager.
My mind fritters over the pages, wondering, scared.
Can I even begin?
I take a deep breath, and begin to play.
I am captured.
The music has overwhelmed me, drowned me, carried me away,
and I am prisoner,
though I would have it no other way.
As the music continues my mind wanders,
but never strays,
held by the music
lost in its spell.
My mind stretches and smiles
my heart laughs along with the melody,
enthralled by the magic.
And it's like dancing
and singing
and love
and war
all
rolled into
one.

Kentucky, I love/hate you.

I really do love this place. I've always thought it has the perfect blend of rural towns where men in battered ball caps stop into the corner store to buy a TruMoo, a lugnut, and a razor blade,

manicured and perfectly painted pasture fences around gorgeous polished Thoroughbreds,

and thrilling urban areas filled with culture, art, theatre, and good places to take pictures.


But...I have to say your weather leaves something to be desired.  It's so hot that during the day all I want to do is read Nicholas Nickleby somewhere cold. So then at seven something when it cools down all of a sudden i go running. I come home hot and wanting a shower, but by the time I have gotten a drink I've cooled off and think I'm OK for another hour. But then I decide to practice gymnastics for a while. Then I'm hot again. Then I cool off again. Then finally at nine forty or something I get around to dancing, and find myself so sweaty that I take a shower at ten fifteen at night and wake up with crazy hair since I went to bed with it wet.

I must say, those sixty degree days last week were quite satisfactory.

So...yes, you're amazing, KY, but it's hard to get used to literally dripping all day, all summer. And we haven't even discussed wearing riding pants all day.

My SUCCESSFUL Garden

Hiya, Folks!

My garden actually grew! I have lettuce that looks delectable, and carrots, which I am afraid to mention I cannot see. I have not pulled them up yet, but I will soon. And you believed brilliant me to be incapable of growing anything. :^) 

Look, I have found some pictures of pure beauty. Here they are.

That is beautiful, you must admit.

These are two different pictures, she was just doing so beautifully that you can hardly tell them apart.

Another beautiful picture. 

My sister has got a dress rehearsal for a ballet recital today.

The below is last year's recital costume, complete with a crown which she isn't wearing in the picture.

Good- bye

-Miss Me Myself.