I’ve learned that it does not suit me too well to sit in the quiet of hope but , rather , to be in the wild of it . This is not to say that there isn’t great value in quieting the mind . There is , there truly is . There are those delicious times when hope lives it’s mightiest in the doing , in the wild side , the wild side of hope .
Will you walk along with me ….towards the door ?
Yes I will .
I will hold your hand . will you hold mine ?
Yes I will .
Oh wait ! Just a moment . I’m suddenly not so sure . If you’re scared then I’m scared too .
what to do ? What to do ? !
Gentle smiles and quiet glances soothed away the fears . For now… the way was clear .
I could only go as far as the door . You had to do the rest .
Stepping back to let you go and leaving tears upon your cheek .
Our adventure began long ago and the time has come to start again .
It may be a difficult road to feel things so deeply , but also a magnificent one .
There is an inexplicable sorrow that visits the heart at times . In a moment it appears like going around bend in the road and ….. suddenly beholding the sight of a mountain seeming larger than life . It appears and can be manipulated away if we choose .
What if we open the door and walk right into it ? Perhaps it is the past . The moments that we let slide by without giving recognition to their beauty or pain .
Wherever they came from embrace them . Embrace them and breathe them in so as to experience the sweet release of freedom . Now live and breathe out while feeling the arrival of luscious laughter and joy . Joy needing no reason for being . It simply is there for you .
I belong to the birds and to the trees
And to the flowers and the sky .
and to the bees and to the dreams ,
And the rivers and the streams .
I belong to the mountains and the rolling hills
And to the stars in the sky .
My beginning knows no bounds .
Endings become beginnings become endings become beginnings .
This Soul knows that the depth of love has no end .
The light igniting the connections .
Love on it’s own knows no past , no present or future .
It simply is .
The light and the joy that lives naturally . That is home . When heart cracks and welcomes despair , that too is home . And when it is all embraced as one we are whole again …..and again and again . Clarity visits and opens doors allowing for action while trust is the confidence that grows the wings !