Whispers in the heart , sweet and kind , lead us to each other .
Whispers in the trees , breathe in and out , lead us to live .
Whispers from friendship , alive and strong , bring a new day ….again and again .
‘Walking Across the Water ‘ acrylic 18×24″
via When I Breathe
When I was a little girl I was keenly aware of my aloneness . It wasn’t something that I understood . It just was . In the middle of the night I sometimes awoke to see the Moon . I looked at it so hard that I imagined it was there to bring me comfort . And comfort me it did. When it was felt so deeply that my heart ached and scarcely could I breathe I thought ” I am here and I am so filled with love that I must breathe and breathe deeply “. This love must go somewhere . Somewhere out into the world . That is only way that I can be keep taking a breath. When that vacant space makes itself known to me today I turn to the sky . I look for the stars and the Moon and I breathe … deeply . The connection to all eternity is there and is my comfort .
A sense of fury in the air leads me to wonder if thunder is on the way . walking along the road , listening to the crackling of twigs and pebbles and leaves underfoot . Sounds entering my thoughts becoming a part of the flow . A deep breath in . The air is cool and heavy with moisture . Turning my head slowly about as I release my breath back out into life .
What unexpected treasure will this walk provide today ? There’s always something . Always a little something revealing itself to me . Will it come from the outside or the inside ? A moment of understanding the threads of thoughts and actions or of intuition knowing when the need for quiet will reap the greatest rewards . Adding a little skip into my step and it’s clear. .There’s no need to know ahead of time where it will come from . That’s the beauty inside the mystery . And the mystery reveals what you need to know in your heart when it’s right .
The beauty of this wild road …is your discovery .
The heart swells with freedom when I offer thanks . The loved ones that give their patience and offer me their brokenness are acts of love and trust that expand our connections to life .
The heart swells with compassion when I offer thanks . When I see grace in the eyes of a stranger whose suffering I yearn to relieve. Then I know that my spirit is forever altered by love.
The heart swells by the touch of the eternal line of forgiveness that requires no thank you .
How can I say that I don’t know you when I do . I know the joys of singing and hearing a melody. As I know how the heart aches and breaks and how it comes alive again and again . There is great freedom in giving Thanks . 
Home . Not a place on the map .
Home . A place to store the fears ,
Home . Aches relieved .
Home. A broken heart healed .
Home . At long last ….home .
I remembered you from long ago . Ancient dreams return us to a place in our hearts and
recall , in a swiftly passing moment , what we had known to be sacred . Looking to the moon or
placing the palm of a hand against a tree, it is then the glimpses of completeness come . And when my
heart pulls me to the shores of the sea I am calmed and set free .
Facing the human spirit , witnessing struggles shared , and stepping into delight .
Delight in inspiration even when it is fleeting . It is an awakening , treasured and dear .
Layers of paint , boldly placed , are sometimes scraped away . Intent on connecting to the
heart , mind and spirit . It a world obsessed with time , doing and going , this work that i do
asks for a pause and ….to see the gentle bits along side the bold .
blchapman 