It lends itself your fears .
Deeper still a light shines through and forgives the tears .
Yearning to know compassion ,
learning to know …
Is this freedom ?
When the Spirit is Free
Is This Freedom ?
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Category Archives: Beginnings
Whispers
Whispers in the heart , sweet and kind , lead us to each other .
Whispers in the trees , breathe in and breathe out , lead us to live.
Whispers from friendships , alive and strong , bring a new day …
again and again .
Friends
It Was a Dream
It was a dream imagined long before the first step ever happened . The places and their specifics were not yet in my sights but somehow I knew that I would be going on this exploration . A marvelous mystery was showing itself in parts and leading to an adventure .
Delighted by the unknown in front of me and , in moments of questioning , I recognized the choice . Give my questions to trust and be on the way or feed them , turning them into fear . I chose trust and was rewarded greatly .
A magnificent adventure unfolded and lives in my heart still . It reminds me again and again of the beauty in the unknown and of the delicate language of the trees . A peaceful visitor can witness the rhythms of the sun shining through the branches and leaves and dancing on the forest floor while the birds follow the visitor’s movements with songs .
In a moment here and there I felt as though I as feeling the footsteps of the Souls that had gone before me . As if I were walking with them and they with me .
The combined solitude and camaraderie amongst the fellow pilgrims reached a place so deep that it continues to teach me and comfort me so many years later . 
Wisdom in the Shadows
The murmurings are there , ever sweet and dear . They are there . The challenge to know oneself better than any other is truly what the world has asked of you . You may choose to make a fancy flight of getting away or a plain ‘ole barn to stash away , but the light that is you will find it’s way . It will find it’s way out and into the world .
There is wisdom in those shadows that you shy away from . wisdom so dear it will take your breath away . Give pause and listen to the splendid quietness and you will hear the wisdom in the shadows .
‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″
Kindness and Why Remembering Can Be Joyous
Dear Christmas ,
It’s been a year and here we are once again . Many say it’s the New Year but I say it’s you . The review that you offer is heartfelt and true . Thank you .
Playfullness in my heart comes alive and swishing down a store’s aisle is …what it’s all for anyway . Quiet moments and a tear or two come again . Strengthening the heart muscle so that I may give more in the year ahead . Thank you .
I think of you and see the serious but today is for the silly . The silly in you and the silly in me . Lets give kindness to the silly and dance and swish about . Thank you .
Kindness is my present to you and to me . Your list is long and worries you . ” Please , go ahead in the line . I don’t mind .” Take a breath and relieve the stress . Thank you .
Dance in the aisle or at home in the kitchen is how I’ll remember the kindness of the holiday . 
Traveling in the Heart
In my heart I travel and explore the old along side the new . The wealth of it all is astounding .
The raucous eruptions of laughter that come back to life and the timid moments of tears
being shed that remind us of our own tenderness . I travel to and through these places in the
heart . They allow me to soar and then ….to sleep . They invite examination and then release
me to just be ….in the moment you see. The heart tells it’s own time and can’t be forced . It’s
comfort is never ending just when you think it’s not .
And goes that raucous laughter …again and more travels in the heart still to come .
Whispers
Whispers in the heart , sweet and kind , lead us to each other .
Whispers in the trees , breathe in and out , lead us to live .
Whispers from friendship , alive and strong , bring a new day ….again and again .
‘Walking Across the Water ‘ acrylic 18×24″
When I Breathe
When I was a little girl I was keenly aware of my aloneness . It wasn’t something that I understood . It just was . In the middle of the night I sometimes awoke to see the Moon . I looked at it so hard that I imagined it was there to bring me comfort . And comfort me it did. When it was felt so deeply that my heart ached and scarcely could I breathe I thought ” I am here and I am so filled with love that I must breathe and breathe deeply “. This love must go somewhere . Somewhere out into the world . That is only way that I can be keep taking a breath. When that vacant space makes itself known to me today I turn to the sky . I look for the stars and the Moon and I breathe … deeply . The connection to all eternity is there and is my comfort .
This Beautiful , Wild Road …
A sense of fury in the air leads me to wonder if thunder is on the way . walking along the road , listening to the crackling of twigs and pebbles and leaves underfoot . Sounds entering my thoughts becoming a part of the flow . A deep breath in . The air is cool and heavy with moisture . Turning my head slowly about as I release my breath back out into life .
What unexpected treasure will this walk provide today ? There’s always something . Always a little something revealing itself to me . Will it come from the outside or the inside ? A moment of understanding the threads of thoughts and actions or of intuition knowing when the need for quiet will reap the greatest rewards . Adding a little skip into my step and it’s clear. .There’s no need to know ahead of time where it will come from . That’s the beauty inside the mystery . And the mystery reveals what you need to know in your heart when it’s right .
The beauty of this wild road …is your discovery .
Freedom Comes When Giving Thanks
The heart swells with freedom when I offer thanks . The loved ones that give their patience and offer me their brokenness are acts of love and trust that expand our connections to life .
The heart swells with compassion when I offer thanks . When I see grace in the eyes of a stranger whose suffering I yearn to relieve. Then I know that my spirit is forever altered by love.
The heart swells by the touch of the eternal line of forgiveness that requires no thank you .
How can I say that I don’t know you when I do . I know the joys of singing and hearing a melody. As I know how the heart aches and breaks and how it comes alive again and again . There is great freedom in giving Thanks . 
blchapman 