Category Archives: love

Free to Roam

Free  to roam as the pieces that once baffled and brought tears of questions

roll over . Rolling over like the swells of ocean waves .

Transforming from a silent , soulful burden or thunderous , passionate outpouring

into wings open wide and strong .  Soaring beautifully with the breezes ,  playfully diving

downward then swiftly upward once again .

The heart once again free to roam .

Come Back

Come back . Come back to the trust in your heart .  Remember  a moment when your heart was repelled by hate and all you wanted was the feeling of home . The feeling of being loved in spite of hard times . The feeling that somehow it is all going to be fine .

Come back . Come back to the truth that you care . Have you been hidden from compassion because fear made you chase circles of lies  ? It’s ok to put down the fear and to feel what’s real.

Come back to all humanity and be free .

Is It a Dream by the River ?

If this is a dream then I choose to be by a sparkling , clear river . Cool , strong  and wild . Feeling the heat of the sun growing stronger upon by face as I venture into the flowing waters with the bare, flesh of my feet .  The current so strong it inspires the inner strength in my heart to move forward as if to be in a piece of a dance .

Mesmerizing and exciting all at once by  the river .  As it moves  and curves and softens the life of the rocks it also gathers and gives bits of life . Telling stories along the way wether you listen or not . Ancient and new are the stories of the river . The  rushing , churning waters or a tranquil , meandering  flow , either way , will signal to all of your senses bringing to you a sort of meditation  .

It may not know where the river begins and you may not know where  it ends but there is trust in its life giving flow and the peacefulness  that you know .

 

 

 

 

 

The Gift of an Eagle

Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge  .  The  coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach .  It was a day that could have been early spring or  fall .  The light from the sun was diffused  by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .

I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit .  It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it .  Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .

It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide ,  out in the water .  Looking more intently  I reared that it wasn’t just any bird but rather an Eagle . I remained for a bit longer .  I began hoping that I’d get to witness his flight and just as I stood up to go this wonderful bird took flight  from his perch .

He soared with such grace and beauty .  I stood watching , taking it in , and whispering ” thank you .”

Dreams and Adventure

The crest of a mountain becomes  visible and anticipation  grows in my heart . Each  time there is a subtle building up of excitement  and alone , or not , I can’t help but smile a little . Or maybe  a lot .

My gaze is pulled towards the sky and then to overview of the landscape ahead .  Thrilling my senses and awakening inspiration  in my thoughts  .  Opening my arms as if that singular , simple act will welcome new adventures into  life .  Welcoming , inviting and daring the forces of my soul to come forward .

To be continued …

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Holding a Dream

Joyous hand holding in a dream or was it you ? When you were there , you weren’t there .

And I loved you still . Lessons for hearing  my heart and soaring free …and to believe .

It’s up to me .

Dancing thoughts anchored by the presence  of you now twirling freely

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leaping into adventures  of this world and into ancient threads of humanity .

The power of release in a heartbeat and tender moments will never die . 

 

The Bold in the Heart

                                                                 

Facing the human spirit ,  witnessing  struggles shared ,  and stepping into delight .

Delight in inspiration even when it is fleeting .  It is an awakening  , treasured and dear .

Layers of paint , boldly placed , are sometimes scraped away .  Intent on connecting to the

heart , mind and spirit .  It a world obsessed  with time , doing and going , this work that i do

asks  for a pause and ….to see the gentle bits along side the bold .