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In the Wild
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In the wild , amid ancient trees holding stories of the magic and of the tragedy of life , is a stillness . A beautiful , deep stillness . It is where the wisdom from ancestors may surface . It is where forgotten dreams come to to visit and where the knowing of love , pure and free from ego , expands into it’s gentle power of eternity .
In the wild , amid the star filled sky , cares of tomorrow float up and away making space for a peaceful heart and sweet sleep . The moments are alive and true . Uncomplicated and wondrous , they are alive travel through time , offering songs that only a soul may hear . 
Thrive Because of Sharing Our Humanity
Love and acceptance , I have thinking of these two things recently . As in love oneself enough so as to not accept being diminished by someone else’s hurtful words or behavior’s . As in feeling tenderness or general love towards strangers . The homeless person so clearly need in of support and kindness or the exuberant person driving the commuter bus for example .
WE are all in need of love and to feel acceptance . That is simply universal . So that having being said I am truly baffled by hostility , coldness and harshness projected towards one another . I am well aware of the fact that we , each of us , carries a story in our hearts . Stories with wounds , profound , life changing wounds and rather than allowing those wounds to separate us could unite us in our shared humanity . And while of us need a certain amount of time alone we thrive from sharing our selves and from exchanging kindness , compassion , laughter and tears .
Allow people in and thrive .
The Unspoken Wound
Born lovingly then instantly removed . Six weeks later in a home with a mother unaccustomed to affection and unconditional love . Dear heart she did not know . I loved her freely and as if she were my own . The thought of a wound in my heart from birth did not cross my thoughts . Ever.
Fifty years , and then some , have passed and It is now that I am choosing to cross a threshold into fearless exploration and acceptance of a wound in my heart from birth .
To know that a fierce and passionate love for my whole being is the means by which the empty space in my heart will be healed . The friend , the romance and the adventure are magnificent pieces of the whole and the only completion of filling the space in my heart must come from the fiercest and most courageous love imaginable and it must come from me . 
Going into the Silence
The comfort of silence may be a very loving space . Beyond the fear , beyond the doubts it will slowly welcome you and ease away the burdens of commotion on the run . It becomes like the stillness offered by a winter’s snow . A bit worrisome at first and then as you surrender to it’s beauty , it’s quietness your muscles begin to relax . Thoughts are calm and the desire to be cozy with our mind , body and spirit as one is welcome and , perhaps , a relief .
What do you hear in the quiet ? In the silence ? Do you hear your dreams and remember what love means ?
Going into the silence is it’s own reward . A freedom as well as an exploration . One and the same . The cage is fear and we easily build our cages out of noise . The fear of hearing our longings and of recognizing wounds placed upon us by others . We must love our wounds in order to free them and we only hear them in the silence . I am learning to love the silence as it guides me to learning to love myself . 
