The morning arrived in an unbearably bright way for someone who had been deeply
Sleeping, One eye slowly opened so as to take a peek about . ” Alright then ” she thought as
she opened the other one with caution . All seemed well so she stretched and wriggled and
yawned . Images of tree branches were cast upon the walls by the light and a particularly
vocal bird was trumpeting with , what could only be described as , urgency .
She began taking stock of her thoughts and intentions for the day ahead . She dared
to wonder , just for a second , if this day would bring adventure .
…….to be continued
I must have dozed off while birds were singing . Sweet and lively sounds acting like a
serenade . Their stories filled the air and comforted me into sleep .
Awakened by rustling as the winds began blowing . Stronger and stronger they grew
and stirring up the instincts as they do . Memories from all the storms that have come and
then have gone .
Then there is quiet and there is calm .
I do choose a beautiful , wild road and in between …. a bit of rest .
Today I heard of a man who has studied our habit of living within a set circle . Many of us rarely
venturing beyond the circle on our own . Instantly , it spoke to my heart . I was suddenly
excited to hear more .
Is the inclination to push past my own boundaries a thread in my genetics ? Some may say it’s
a flaw in personality . Restelessness of foolishness .
I say it’s joy !
Wanderings spontaneous or planned , close to home or far away , brighten the heart’s way .
This man that I heard today , he found his way to experience life outside of his circle .
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
It guides me to live in this moment while releasing me to explore the unknown .
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
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 .
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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 .