I thank God that this work , this passion , this challenge is a never ending thread .
Incorporating spirit with the practicalities of living . It anchors me to the earth and to the
infinite power
of love.
It guides me to live in this moment while releasing me to explore the unknown .
Source: The Rawness and The Love
The rawness exposed rising up from my soul .
Shuddering in it’s innocence and slightly sweet in it’s song .
Dares to be a melody and not a lullaby .
And a glimpse of raggedy edges does not frighten me .
They have been seen before .
The longing for smoothness may appear along with gentleness in your glimpses .
There is nothing to fear .
In a moment , when a breeze becomes more , I choose to run along beside it .
Almost wanting to close my eyes and only to feel …
the delight and the laughter
and then I am free .
When the Spirit is Free
Source: The Constricted Heart
When kindness is freed from it’s holding space , the mind opens up and the muscles relax . We may even become light enough to step into a dance . A dance of sensing possibilities. While the harshness fades clarity comes . It falls quietly away . O do we remember how to choose to BE ?
The constricted heart is in pain , you see . It really only wants to be set free . The anger planted there is a poison and it kills . There is no pretty way around it . It is what it does and there is no more to be seen and said . Forgive those that trespass against you .
Is that lesson still unlearned and not lived amongst us ? Dare it be so .
Mon Coeur
They were mine once ,
in a dream …or was it in that other lifetime ?
The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings .
The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting my soul
soothes me into sweet release .
It is a different sort of freedom not quite familiar in this earthly life .
Elegantly and delicately they open after rest
and seek to stretch .
A few feathers may fall away here or there and , truly , are intended gifts .
Movement designed to flow
and a dance leading the heavens to free the heart .
Seeking wings in the sky
and I don’t don’t why .
Since I have rediscovered them right by my side .
‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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A delight to be fully awake and a fright to see the sleep walking surrounding the brilliant lights.
“Don’t startle them awake ” I say . Then I wonder why .
Clear sight into wisdom and willingness to question ideas with ideals will , surely , free even the darkest among us .
A twirl within a dance may welcome a smile but just as simply invite a tear to the eye .
Dancing creating new life in the heart intensifying the vibrant songs in the light of your sight .
Gently quiet …a slight hush sweeping slowly over the dreams in your wakefulness .
I live to hear those dreams . I love to know the life in their mysteries .
Source: A Whisper
Life , as strong she is , vulnerable like a whisper .
The notions planted in your heart , before birth or since , guide and question .
A melody in a moment and a song for battle in the long , drawn out days .
Walking through scenarios attempting to break free .
A captured moment in the beating of your heart
lays claim to what will be done next .
The wildness in the unknown beckons and calls
stirring the mind and releasing all fears
Leap and leap again !
There is no one richer than the one with the full heart .
Enchantment
Source: The Visions of Wisdom
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