Integrity lives beyond the ego and inside of her heart . And though she is not always so tame , her passions fuel the desire to do good quietly . The dreams born in the heart are beautiful and bold and the ideas that flow from her mind move around edges both rocky and smooth, inside and out .
A moment arrives as if in were late and along with it comes a bit of it’s wild . Now, Will I go with this bit of wild and see ? For in this moment , you see , it is life and it is free .
This wild hope , it lives in me and I offer to others at every place I see.
Rattle your cage and go into your heart . Your dearest friend awaits you there with open wings and a wild hope and heart .
The light that naturally lives , even in the darkness . And a joy that celebrates, though quietly when there is despair. This is home . The laughter at the door invites you into yourself to recognize that your life is sacred . A challenge or a smile beckons to be released and a gentle embrace remembers when moments were born .
When the morning song of a single bird was the sweetest sound you’d ever heard . And when you’d lie on your back ,side by side , in the grass . Entering the heavens through sight of the stars above and knowing somehow that it’s home .
Together again we look up at the clouds , and breathing softly and deeply we relax into the earth beneath us . She holds us and gives freedom . Each breath is a quiet meditation and a thank you to life . We enter our imaginations and creations . It is Heaven here on earth and it’s Home .
A train ride so swift and me, a sleepy soul . Like a child whose enthusiasm burns so high and then flickers away . The motion of the train lulls me into sleep .
When was the last time I was alone in a foreign city ? Was I ever …really ? Hard to recall now . I love the newness ! And yet it feels old . Old in that companion sort of a way . Ha ha ! There is no getting lost when I am always near .
The city is alive and yet somber too . This world has taken it’s toll on you and me too .
Walking within a city is to know her . Letting the crevices of warmth reveal themselves alongside the nudges of grandeur and completing one chapter .
It is delightful that I’ve come upon two of the experiences I’ve hoped for on the first day . The river Seine and a clear view of the Tour Eiffel . Oui ! Oui ! I walk across the river going from the right to the left bank and back again .
Nearly as delightful is winding my back to my Paris flat . . I didn’t get lost , hardly skipped a beat trusting my intuition .
Oooh la la ! I notice men noticing me in that subtle way the nicer ones do . And so around the corner I went to sit outside at a cafe with a hot cup Ceylon tea and listened to my surroundings .Paris has welcomed me .