A chill in the air , soft whites and grays and evergreens harmonize like a song of winter .
Quietness and light inviting and threading it’s way amongst old growth trees , carrying
the deep , soul enveloping sounds of an eagle’s call .
Melodious light transcends time and embraces the heart .
Welcome 2022 . Are you really here ?
Quietly we ushered you in yet with hopes so high that they could reach the stars .
Some moments seemed so still as if time hadn’t moved at all while others just seemed
to flow and flow .
Resting thoughts open the way ,
A heart’s inner song rising in the air.
Like lyrical sounds traveling through time
and each beat of the heart making music somewhere .
A lyrical life is what I seek .
Flowing and delicate then rising in crescendo ,
falling gently into subtle rhythms like a soothing lullaby .
A moment held and telling a story . It speaks not only of this moment of life’s history and evolution . It speaks of endurance intertwined with fragility and of quietness and courage . The story of a lone bison standing in stillness on the volcano known as Yellowstone and myself , the lone explorer , standing in the threshold of what was and what is . Welcoming the freedom of quietness in a pause and willingly entering the mystery .
I saw you . A soft and worn smile coming from your eyes inviting and calm . A moment much needed and such a surprise . Thinking of how we can give so much in a passing moment with a shared smile .
I saw you and humbly looked into your eyes . Is there a willingness to share in a moment of our humanity ? Respectful if not and a bit of glee if it is there .
I saw you and thought how two strangers heartbeats might sync for a moment as we pass by .