The Mysteries of the forest began opening up . revealing marvelous bits of life . Beautiful ,
winged creatures flying between the trees while vibrantly decorated butterflies danced amongst
the sleeping rocks . The songs of the forest coming together like a chorus .
As she walked her awareness of the unique harmony of forest life expanded
and felt it as an invitation to delve deeper into understanding herself as well . oooh just then…
she caught a glimpse of a Red Robin on the path .
She walked with purpose now feeling fit and paying attention to the muscles in her legs . She
thought about how being physically fit was a comfort to her . It nurtured a sense of
independence . It lulled her into a place of confidence , however misleading .
Sometimes she liked to stop along the path and try to breathe it all in . The
longevity of some of the trees and the delicate nature of the smaller blooms optimistic in their
struggle to grow . Glancing at the ground and wondering about the exposed roots of a tree.
Does the tree , somehow , sense it’s vulnerability ? Does it find a way to protect itself by
strengthening itself in other ways ?
She was startled out of her thoughts by rustling sounds and the faint , deep
cries of …what is an animal ? Or perhaps simply the winds howling so as not to be left out of
the mysteries of the path .
……….to be continued
As she walked , meandering a bit at first , then remembering a dream from the night before
she quickened her pace . The feeling of it remained like a layer of fog and complemented by a
vague sense of worry.
Usually she took pleasure in remembering her dreams . It was fun to
assign meaning to characters in this other world . And often they for inspiration for a laugh or
two. But this one …well , this one was poking her the way her younger cousin used to do . It
was irksome and sporadic . Then there was a sudden rustling . Startling her so that she
gasped for a breath . She shook her head . Nothing to be concerned about . Still she looked
carefully about before continuing onward .
The air , while cold, was nearly comforting in how refreshing it felt . She felt a smile easing into
postion . “hmmmm. this will be a good day ” she thought . Stepping out and looking about .
She knew that she should hurry but somehow felt a sense of leisure in her heart .
The trees being so majestic and the scattered blooms of wild flowers looking sweet and
rebellious all at once gave her comfort .
Sometimes the scents of nature filling the air gave her cause to giggle gently with
childlike delight .
If we all were to carry around one word on placard , large and visually imposing ,
stating who we are . One word mind you , what would yours be ?
It would be everyone’s first impression of you and linger and linger ….
and attaching itself to the forces that guide your life .
When I see you as more then it makes it possible for us to become our dreams .
When the Spirit is Free
Startled and also anticipating a walk with some adventure in it , her thoughts turned to the
stone that had hit the window . It had reminded her that the stillness inside was a temporary
state and that the wildness of nature has much say on any given day .
She liked feeling close to the trees and to the sky . And to the elements has they came …
and then went . She once mentioned this to a stranger some years ago and he merely looked
at her with nothing much to say . A pity she thought since it could have been a delightful
conversation .
“oops” there I go again she thought , wandering in my thoughts . This day won’t last forever …
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 .
Hooray !
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 .
blchapman 