One of my favorite lines from the movie (although also a wonderful book!) Kidnapped:
"Ye got te get a bit a' poetry to yer Soul, Davy lad!" Spoken in a thick Scottish accent, these are the words of a gruff military man and radical revolutionary for the cause of "Bonny Prince Charlie.
Yet he speaks of "Poetry to yer Soul!" If there is anything I love, it's a bit a' poetry added everywhere to everyday life.
While I'm not necessarily afraid of growing up, I am afraid of getting dragged down by life's grind and losing all "Poetry to my Soul." When I feel that life is going by too fast, I get scared. Scared because I feel tired, or grumpy. Perhaps I'm getting too old. Perhaps I'm letting myself lose my vivacity for living!
But if a Soldier Scot serving a lost cause in his forties can keep up a little poetry, then so can I.
So I sneak outdoors a minute and look down at a sprig of false Lily of the Valley. Or I pick a pink rose and stick it in my hair. Or grab Ophie and listen to a Celtic CD in the kitchen.
We dance , of course.