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		<title>Come On! #210</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Come On! Imagine a time when you can hear violins in the background.  &#160; What do you feel?  Is it a calm that comes over you?  Do you think about&#8230;]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1><span style="font-weight: 400;">Come On!</span></h1>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Imagine a time when you can hear violins in the background. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">What do you feel? </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Is it a calm that comes over you? </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Do you think about the music before the first chair? </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Or are there times when you let your head lay back then energy comes to your mind and body? </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Feel all of that as you think of this. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Wonder if there is more when music begins. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">A steady rhythm with a beat that helps you rise off the chair comes into play. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Aahh, now there is something coming with a song in your space. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">This is how the song starts that can pull me back in time to this phrase. </span></p>
<h2>Come On has been with my steps and I&#8217;ve rolled.</h2>
<p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C3c2PqBM3U&amp;t=2s"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Come on Eileen </span></a><span style="font-weight: 400;">by Dexy’s Midnight Runners has been with my steps and how I’ve rolled for longer than I’ve been in life since my feet danced with friends all night.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The time when I would be at school during the day, go to work then would rush off to more fun with friends to have more energy pulse through me. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Can you imagine a part of you being around for decades? Then it changes or evolves. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">That is what I&#8217;ve been rumbling with recently. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">When I hear a violin, I want to rush forward with the same kind of joy that comes with this music. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Too Ra Loo raaaaa then the music trails off with more of the steady beat. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It was never a surprise for me that my feet began to tap when the song came on. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">What did surprise me later was when our son also began to also love the song. </span></p>
<h2>Then when he began to say come on!</h2>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Then when he began to say </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">come on! </span></i></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Let’s dance! </span></i></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">and away we’d go</span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">.</span></i></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Dancing up and down the hallway, then around into a small kitchen before glancing with a joyful smile and adding some sign telling me that he wanted to go around again. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">He became</span><a href="https://juliapearce.net/2022/02/21/my-muse/"><span style="font-weight: 400;"> my muse</span></a><span style="font-weight: 400;">, that one who showed me the way through a second act of life, and the one who was more that could be imagined. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">How is it that one simple pull of a violin bow can bring such excitement to us. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It was a beautiful turn and swing of our new rhythm that came into play when I learned from him. </span></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Let’s pay attention to this part of life, mom. </span></i></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Can you see that life is important right now? </span></i></p>
<h2>Come on, there&#8217;s no time to waste, mom.</h2>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Here we go again! </span></i></p>
<p><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Come on, there’s no time to waste, mom. </span></i></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">There is a complex resilient joy that comes with this song. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It pulls at me like a bow across the violin strings. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Slow, steady, mournful, quick, steady, calm and full of emotion. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Can you see that all of this came to me with this song over time? </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Over moments that surprise me and jostle with like I’m back to living the life of work, the off for more fun. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Isn’t that how it goes? </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Living and looking forward and being pulled into it all with a violin at the blink of an eye. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">What I now know is that I’m here for it all. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I’m also grateful for the boy who loved to dance across the house with a smile in his eyes. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">His life still pulls at me and tells me to come on, let’s keep going together. </span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">What love in all of this, my friends. </span></p>
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