A Wrong Step

Walking swiftly past a person clinging to thread bare clothes .  Slow your steps a bit this time and see in the mirror . It’s another version of you .   The bank card in your wallet or purse opens doors for you and well deserved , we know  .  The man , woman or child holding the sign that reads ” Please help ” has entered a place , perhaps , foreign to you .  A wrong step and all support is gone if it was ever there at all .

Human to human and heart to heart . It goes by in a flash .

Forgive the person huddled and hand outstretched  and forgive yourself  if you can’t understand . 

Freeeeeeeee

The silly needs space to be free .  It is a way of healing old , emotional wounds . A way of releasing the weight of needless burdens . It is a way of opening the path to spontaneity   and that is where limitless thinking is born .

Self imposed barriers …where are they born ?  From the fears of adults  that we were your caregivers when you were young ?  The teachers that intimidated  you in school ? From the people  that told you that your ideas were  foolish ?

Free to choose the direction , free from the past and free from tomorrow .  Where  the  heart yearns to go is where I must follow . 

Whispers about Living

At the water’s edge the soothing sounds and movement ask for a visit to one’s soul . And while sky beckons for dreams  to be brought forth the trees whisper about living . Then there are those mountains and they don’t always let on that they are the great protectors . And sweet sun warming an injured heart  until the moon reveals hidden depths in thinking of what’s next . Then stars like a magical blanket appear and sing a silent lullaby and take away your fears .