Stamina called forward and on some days it barely stays . It does stay though and thankfully so . Choose to do a new action when it seems as if it might slip away and entice it to return . Deep sigh I can go on now with stamina by by side .
Purpose in each day is a search and rescue mission now . There are days when it appears with grace and ease and oh what a delight That is . And then the days arrive that attempt to steal the joy with the murmurings of lack and questions of now what ?
Gratitude has grown because it’s heard more easily now in the quieter days and nights of a society partly in mourning . The voice of a loved one might visit uplifting the spirit like a bountiful , beautiful garden . It’s the magnificent single moments that linger in the heart. Thankfully the smiles can still be felt and the kindness of stamina remains .
How does the adventurer’s soul and spontaneous spirit strive to survive now ? Wings feeling clipped . The physical freedom to roam that used to bring the spontaneous wanderings of the mind and soul now halted . How to replenish and refresh perspectives while staring at the same walls ?
There is a requirement for rest in order to turn around the stress and yet ….the mind is thinking , thinking , thinking . “What’s next ?”
Longing for the days of preparing for a trip . Being ready for the airport or a long road trip . The joy , the excitement of embracing the unknown as much as the known . Feeling safe in the idea that any detours or unforeseen threats would be visible and therefore manageable on any trip . Now it’s invisible and could threaten your life .
The aloneness of solitary travels can set you on course for recognizing love in the connections to all life forces . It can teach you who you are and return you to the precious threads of human connection .
When you step off of an airplane onto unfamiliar ground are you calmed by the new? And excited to begin anew ?
Oh Dear World , I miss you now during Covid 19 . The images on a screen bring little solace because I know you all are struggling too . Our sight will surely be altered by this time of loss and distress . It is an opportunity beyond the anguish .
Now we come together by staying apart . We take on the role of being a protector of strangers and are a crucial piece of stopping an invisible thief of life . It has brought us to our fear and has brought out our compassion . The aloneness rising from depths previously unknown and communities inventing new ways to show solidarity .
Now we reach out to each other with messages in windows expressing gratitude and teddy bears placed in windows for young children to see . The small moments of the human spirit making itself known in kindnesses which shifts the idea of separateness to oneness . The heartbreak of suffering offering up an opening for acceptance of each other inside of compassion .
Now we have some stillness forced upon us and it asks us to examine just what was all of that busyness for ? We hear the birds songs more clearly than ever and wake slowly easing into the day . Then we turn to thoughts of what will the news bring today and will my loved one’s be safe ? And walking alone amongst the trees each day meditating upon life . And it always ends in love .
Awake before the light begins to arise and the spirit is untouched by the world’s woes . The joyousness of innocence dances lightly within the heart and the mind protects these cherished moments . Light reflected through the window and it’s warmth a reminder of the freedom alive in the mind . The quietness and the subtlety of a moment holds within it the miracles of eternity .
I transform the fears into a collection of beautiful , brilliant lights that dance feely into life . They transform the meadows into a plaything of wildflowers and colors . And twirl gently upwards into the sky becoming one with the stars . Life is love and life is one with all .
I remember gentle moments . The moments that simply are peace . The peace that is born in one’s heart and when unleashed it washes away fear . The gentle moments flow around me and within me as comforting as being tucked under warm , soft covers while a storm churns outside . I sometimes must remember to choose those moments over demanding forces of ego .
I remember the lightness of feeling free . Free when my attention is turned towards kindness and free when the dance is with love .
When the broken bits arise from your heart and ask for healing will you welcome them ? Love them and accept them and then the peace will come . in time , more and more , the peace of acceptance and love will grow .
Every part of yourself deserves the healing of love . The freedom to live in the sureness of acceptance and generosity . When the heart is open and with out self imposed restraints the beauty of living flows like a glorious river . Healing and abundant lifting us all into a state of grace .
The weightiness of living with lists and must do and need to and then ….. pause . A beautifully quiet moment slips into place and envelopes your heart . A smile born from the timelessness of spirit breathes new life into a vision so joyous and free that it can dance with trees and then twirl amongst the stars .
The call of a bluebird is heard before it is seen and swoops out of a tree and flies overhead flashing it’s brilliant blue . I can see it another tree now and I gently move closer just to see . It is a beautiful vision on a cold , grey day and it’s as if it came say ” The beauty of life is always here in each breath and pause . It’s only you that goes away some days . ”