|Posted by Dianne Christner - Christian Fiction Author on May 4, 2012 at 1:45 PM|
I wanted to join these gals--if only for a few minutes.
But of course, I couldn't. For one thing I'm three times their age and secondly, my jeans would have marred the harmony they presented. There's much to say for harmony, isn't there? So I watched them for a few fleeting seconds from our car window.
We had paused from my busy book tour to spend a relaxing day with relatives, shopping for Amish and Mennonite handcrafts. My imagination followed the softball from the pitcher's hand.
My thoughts flew to my writing, specifically on some characters I'm creating. Amish-Mennonite characters. Harmony is important to this group. They separated from the Old Order Amish because they didn't agree with shunning.
Beautiful, how their clothing expresses harmony.
We finished the tour and boarded a plane home. Two days later, I ended up in Urgent Care--exhaustion was out of harmony with my plans. Sigh. So here I sit at my computer, feverish with a ton of work to do. And although my ear throbs away, I faintly hear and remember the sound of laughter coming from the girls at play. And it brightens my day!
Tossing the ball your way now,
What was the bright moment of your day?