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Untether My Spirit

In leaps  and with great  ease when the heart leads .  Struggle becomes delight and light fills the

cracks of the bits that seemed broken .  A smile slowly begins to open and widen across a

beautiful face . Even in a dim light the eyes are seen and are dancing .  A moment of whimsy

opens the way for a life  of cherishing  joy .

Leaving space for silence and saying yes to thoughts that are unknown,

and before you know it the bridge has been crossed and you are on the other side .  It’s how

to find out who you are .

Dear friend  ,  delight in those leaps and see beyond . .

 

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Red Robin on the Path : Gates are Opening

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 .

 

Red Robin on the Path

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 Red Robin on the Path

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 .

When I See You as More

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

 

The Red Robin on the Path ….continued

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 Red Robin on the Path

Each step down the hall was light so that the cold floor just barely teased her bare feet .

Warm cup of tea in hand she headed towards a sweater .  The raucous sounds of the winds

had quieted a bit now and the tension in the air had dissipated .

She began humming nothing in particular and it was , after all , absentminded .

The preparations for an outing continued .  The anticipation for having an adventure  was

revealing itself in the beats of her heart .  The well worn softness of her favorite sweater being

pulled down over her head was comforting and brought a smile to her face . “Mmmmm….” as

she stretched .  A light heartedness came over her and her thoughts became  most optimistic .

Pausing at the window nearest  to her bed …” how are the birds doing in all of this wind ? ” she

thought . ” They know what to do .  An internal , ancient guidance  alive and well in their veins

unlike humans with so much left to the fickle fate of wants and desires . ”   She twirled  and

twirled  again  humming louder and her feet warm with woolen socks .

THUD .  She jumped , just a little . A small rock had been kicked up by a random wind and hit a

window pane .

……to be continued