Oh I how I breath in deeply at the sight of the new day .
Leaving room for wondering , leaving room for you dear yesterday .
Sometimes I speak to you in the night and wait in vain for your reply .
And sometimes the mystery of the night is my cloak of comfort and inspiration to fly .
I thank God that this work , this passion , this challenge is a never ending thread .
Incorporating spirit with the practicalities of living . It anchors me to the earth and to the
It guides me to live in this moment while releasing me to explore the unknown .
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
Left alone in the quietness of the heart and turned away from distractions ,
It is strong and sweet .
Fearless towards laughter that is loud and the tears that wait to flow ,
It is both wise and naive .
Left alone in the quietness of the heart and away from doubt ,
It is subtle though not at all meek .
Close your eyes with love as the day has been done and watch your heart wander .
When she is able …
she will hold you gently amongst ancient trees , inviting you to hear their songs .
When she is permitted …
she will caress you with waters running free ….to clear away your debris .
When she is given notice …
she will reveal miracles , sometimes in a place as small as a speck of light .
When she is respected …
her is giving flows and flows .
Thank you beloved Earth .
You saw into my eyes rather than looking at them and then me . And…..
dare i say “Hello” dear providence ?
Your knowingness is real .
Is there comfort in what you see ?
I’ll share my heart with thee
And then will you dance with me ?
The wildness, you see, can subside and still be free .
when the moon calls to the spirit
And we cannot turn away
then there will be comfort with you dear Providence .
The Eye of the Heart
Trading the idea of comfort for mystery , it comes and then it goes.
The familiar is already alive inside and goes where you go .
The mystery you imagine is alive inside
in the stars up above , in the mountain that you see and in the whispers among the trees .
in the depths of your eyes , in the love you seek and in the nudges from your soul
to grow .