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Red Robin on the Path

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

Stirring the Instincts

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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 .

 

The Love Letter Continues

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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 .

 

The Rawness and The Love

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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

 

 

Seeking Wings

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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 Whisper

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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