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Intertwined and separate . We come together in laughter and in tears .
Joy in unexpected moments arrive like fuel for whatever the next hurdle may be .
And occasional moments of quiet appear when we miss the landing of understanding by
an inch or so .
She just became a bride and then a wife and so beautifully with trust .
I witnessed her light .
And it’s invitation to a new adventure both powerful and serene .
The breath of joy sometimes waits …with longing to be a part of the breeze .
To dance among the trees and to tickle the ocean’s surface it waits . Creating the dips and
highs for the light to play and play . And intertwining with sun sending shimmering nuances
here and there.
The breath of sadness , sometimes mindful , might remain in your cells for years .
Ancient tears may turn up
and hold you like a blanket all the while asking to be freed .
The breath of freedom … is pure love . It knows no bounds and soars and floats and glides .
Imagine a translucent , shimmering and infinite stream of light moving within and through
all
of life . It is continuous and generous
unless it is stopped .
Breathe and awaken the light .
My heart is always filled with hope for the best outcome and my soul knows that compassion created and given away today is what lives in eternity and is passed on from one life to another life . I also know that the sorrows that we carry in our hearts are interwoven with our triumphs . It’s not always the happy , rosy picture but there is always space to heal and to do better for one another and for our precious home , earth .
The quiet is palpable . I hear a bird singing every so often . A good sign I think ..or is it ? The smoke filled air coats my tongue and reaches back into my throat . It’s a constant . You can’t get away from it . The denseness is uncomfortable like a coat that you’d rather not wear . Only you can’t take it off. My heart aches and breaks when I allow my thoughts to turn towards the animals that don’t understand why their environment is burning and why they must try to flee .
Nature is has been calling to us for years and years and as we burn our house down will we learn ? We are taking our own breath away .
The sacredness of all life in a single breath
And in a single tree .