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 .
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 .”
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 .
Amidst my own fury and sight retreated from any view , suddenly , I hear a whisper . Cease the fury and be gone so that i might hear . I love to hear the loving murmurs directing me to be strong . The whispers of comfort reminding me of love’s endless life and the nudges that bring me home to who I am .