The challenges that I feel growing in my heart , arriving from beyond the gates of peace . There is a spirit of fire crackling in my blood . Waiting to roar and to say it’s release . This day…
Source: The Gates of Peace
Go completely into the power of this place and say hello . Feel it , sink into it and move through it . A moment alone in your soul and she is quieted . The heart is awakened and the mind is freed to soar .
Gently press your feet upon the earth and know your life belongs to all including the past and the future . This moment may be what you see and yet the threads of life ancient and unknown are alive in you here and now . And what you do today will forever touch tomorrow .
The Challenges that i feel growing in my heart .
arriving from beyond the gate of peace .
There is a spirit of fire crackling in my bones
waiting to roar and to say it’s release .
This day will not end in anger nor in disgrace ,
but will leave in color and in a heart’s warm embrace .
As I journey through the creation process it is a mystery as to what will be the resting place at the end . It is courage that must be summoned again and again . It is easy to see the faces right in front of me . It is easy to judge and guess at that their wants and dreams . When I look for their heart and yours … it is me that I see . Traveling through through layers of mind and emotion it is the journey I seek to reach the timeless , sacred self that is Not self but We . So that we see . It is Freedom .
A train ride so swift and me, a sleepy soul . Like a child whose enthusiasm burns so high and then flickers away . The motion of the train lulls me into sleep .
When was the last time I was alone in a foreign city ? Was I ever …really ? Hard to recall now . I love the newness ! And yet it feels old . Old in that companion sort of a way . Ha ha ! There is no getting lost when I am always near .
The city is alive and yet somber too . This world has taken it’s toll on you and me too .
Walking within a city is to know her . Letting the crevices of warmth reveal themselves alongside the nudges of grandeur and completing one chapter .
It is delightful that I’ve come upon two of the experiences I’ve hoped for on the first day . The river Seine and a clear view of the Tour Eiffel . Oui ! Oui ! I walk across the river going from the right to the left bank and back again .
Nearly as delightful is winding my back to my Paris flat . . I didn’t get lost , hardly skipped a beat trusting my intuition .
Oooh la la ! I notice men noticing me in that subtle way the nicer ones do . And so around the corner I went to sit outside at a cafe with a hot cup Ceylon tea and listened to my surroundings .Paris has welcomed me .
The courage lives in willingness . It shines brightly in the vulnerability where it is born and in the continuous resurrection of hope . We go traveling within ourselves upon the insistence of courage . The discoveries of wisdom and inspiration are in a treasure chest that we possess . The knowingness is always there though it shifts location under layers of ego and fear . It is always there . It belongs to us always .
Source: Trees are Sleeping
The slumber of the winter has taken hold and suddenly I am wide awake . In the dark blue sky of the night the comfort takes hold from seeing the beautiful lights abound . Feel yourself lifted up into the universe . It’s as if all of the energy moving through us is about to release itself from the boundaries of the earth and soar . Why do we ever fear ?
In the darkness my soul can see where my eyes cannot . Trust . When I step onto a trail that is new to me there is exhilaration . A sense of wonderment . Again trust , At some point along the way hints of doubt nudge my thoughts . Small pokes here and there . When, after a long time has passed , and I haven’t seen another soul a release is the loveliest of responses . . A deep breath in while looking up into the mighty trees and infinite sky all fears are released . Merriment returns easily to my steps and the joy in living is safe .
Looking Into the night sky I can travel to places in my soul . The seeming darkness illuminates this journey , glimmers and sparkles of light inviting my dreams to the surface .
The beauty in the faintest glow found here and …there , sends my heart into a lovely lull . Once a moment has passed and has wound it’s way through the channels and slopes of concioussness then it’s set free .
Eyes turned upwards , excited to catch glimpses of all the spirits living in the sky . Threads of light drawing us in , drawing us near to each other ,
Meeting in the sky .
blchapman 