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Magical Moment 243, "Caught in the Headlights"

The weather has been cold and gloomy for the past few days. It’s made finding the energy to do things somewhat difficult. I’ve been forced to run in the sprinkling mist with Joy, who gets drenched and smells like wet dog for the rest of the day. I’ve had to drag myself to the grocery store and laundry mat, struggling to carry an umbrella in one hand, and awkward, heavy bags in the other. I grudgingly bundled up and drove the 45-minute drive to work with the windshield wipers going full blast. Somehow on my way home though, I found my energy boost. And of course, where else would it come from, but through my radio! All of the sudden, I had choreographed head, shoulder, and hand movements to Taylor Swift’s “ Hey Stephen ,” belted out the chorus of the Little Willie’s “ Lou Reed ,” and even air-trumpeted the horn section of Paul Simon’s “ Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes. ” I also hesitantly admit, that if there are laws against cell phones and texting while driving, there should proba

Magical Moment 242, "Hazel Nut"

“Now I’ve brought presents for all of you girls,” the ballet instructor announced to the jittery young dancers at the beginning of class. “It’s a decorative, small pouch that you can use to place your jewelry in while you dance.” The girls seemed pleased with the small token and flocked to the laid out selection, eager to choose a color. There was pink, purple, white, gold, and brown. The girls, though young, were as elegant as swans in their dance apparel, tall, thin, and with skin as smooth and light as cream. One girl reached the pouches last, and found that the pretty colors had already been selected. She hesitantly reached for the final one that remained, brown. There weren’t many times when she experienced this uncomfortable feeling, her skin conspicuously different from the others. But when she did, she wished she could hide for a moment until she felt the stares stop. Her head down and shoulders slumped she studied the brown pouch. “Oh my goodness!” the instructor suddenly ga

Magical Moment 241, "The Best Fall Morning"

This blog is about choosing one small, seemingly insignificant moment every day and recognizing the positive and often overlooked aspects of joy in it. This morning was a special occasion that only comes around once a year. I woke up annoyingly early and couldn’t go back to sleep. First I thought I should use the opportunity to go for a run, but when I got out of bed I completely changed my priorities. The windows had been open all night and let the new, chilly autumn air flow into our apartment. My toes froze as they touched the cold, wooden floor. I shivered as I made my way to the dark kitchen to make a cup of coffee. That’s when I realized…this is it. This is that wonderful, rare brisk morning I’ve been waiting for, when I get to dig out one of my favorite things in the world that’s been buried in the back of an unimportant drawer for the last 7 months. My big, gray sweatpants! They’re nearly a decade old. Men’s size XL. They were enormous to begin with, but now time has warped th

Magical Moment 240, "Walkin in Memphis"

This is a video from the Play Me, I'm Yours project. Two of the sixty pianos were indoors, and this one was in the Chelsea Market, one of the neatest places in the city. Inside the former brick meat market are quaint little shops and cafes. This was also one of the coolest pianos, with a plaster frame around it. Enjoy the video. To see photos from the project, click here . To see more videos, click here .

Magical Moment 239, "The Perfect Soundtrack"

I don’t think I would survive the bus and train rides in and out of the New York City without my iPod. I got it free with my new computer and Eddie engraved the words, “ Gonna take a Sentimental Journey ” on the back, lyrics to my all time favorite song. Music makes the sudden stops, rude passengers, and overpowering scent of BO just a little more bearable. Today I put the headphones in my ears, selected “shuffle” for my 8-kilobytes of music, and absorbed the sites around me, noticing how they correlated in perfect synch to the music that only I could hear. Like the soundtrack to a movie. You won’t believe me, but the song that played as Bus 163 drove through the Lincoln Tunnel (connecting NJ to NYC), was “ Back to Manhattan ” by Norah Jones. I listened to her gentle voice as I stared out the smudged window at the beige tiles of the tunnel, reflecting the glare of the fluorescent headlights as cars made their way to and from the city. On the subway, I heard my ancient recording of “Ro

Magical Moment 238, "Jesus is a Feminist"

That title got your attention, didn't it?! I’m writing on a heavy, controversial subject today, something I scarcely do. I didn’t intend on it, but after watching a short video of Gianna Jesson tell her story of surviving a late term abortion (she was the infant, not the mother), I was inspired to put my two cents in. I’ve always considered myself a feminist, and gotten some crazy reactions from people when they hear that. Once I even got a self-righteous, knee-jerk response, “So I guess you don’t believe in God.” It’s hard for me to control my emotions and not engage in arguing with these kinds of people. If I do, I may end up sounding just as ignorant and foolish as they do. Proverbs 26:4 Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou also be like unto him. I would like to ask them, “How much time have you spent seriously studying feminism? If the answer is zero, how can you possible say that it doesn’t fall in line with what God teaches?” Some people joke, “You’re for w

Magical Moment 237, "The Beginner's Class"

I sat at the piano in the very first ballet class for the youngest beginners, no older than 4 and 5. I watched quietly as the teacher tried to settle the girls who explored the large room with excitement and wonder. They wore their brand new pink leotards and white tights, just taken out of the package today. Their mothers had brushed their hair into a ponytail, then twisted the loose ends into a pink, sparkly hair wrap. Bobby pins held the wispy hairs tight to their heads. The girls wandered inside, taking notice of their elegant appearance in the wall-sized mirrors, as if today was the ultimate of all “dress-up” days. They grasped the wooden bar, and mimicked the movements they’d seen ballerinas do on TV. The girls jumped up and down like popcorn when they finally took notice of the teacher, tall, sophisticated, and graceful. She wore a chiffon black skirt around her waist that gently swayed with each movement, and satin pointed shoes with pink ribbons that laced up around her ankl