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 !
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
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 delight to be fully awake and a fright to see the sleep walking surrounding the brilliant lights.
“Don’t startle them awake ” I say . Then I wonder why .
Clear sight into wisdom and willingness to question ideas with ideals will , surely , free even the darkest among us .
A twirl within a dance may welcome a smile but just as simply invite a tear to the eye .
Dancing creating new life in the heart intensifying the vibrant songs in the light of your sight .
Gently quiet …a slight hush sweeping slowly over the dreams in your wakefulness .
I live to hear those dreams . I love to know the life in their mysteries .
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
A stream of wisdom rises and …
brings a collection of visions …
both new and old .
Is the song new or a million years old ?
Gently extending a hand , open and ready
to receive the adventures .
The tales are alive
and go dancing in twilight .
Invite them for a spin
and the joy will flow .
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