The Quiet , it is open and welcoming . Soothing in the sunshine and sweet . Dreams in living energy allow you to see . What is next for your heart ?
Source: Welcoming the Dreams
The Quiet , it is open and welcoming . Soothing in the sunshine and sweet . Dreams in living energy allow you to see . What is next for your heart ?
Source: Welcoming the Dreams
There is a moment in each day when I remember that I am in love with life . The trials can seem severe , the answers elusive . Then I feel the connection to all living light . I can giggle and …
Source: A Moment Captured
We cling to our honor as the shock dissipates . And back again it comes . Wrestling with fears and seeking desperately for a moment with ease . We ask each other ” what do we do ?” …
Source: The Voices of Liberty
We cling to our honor as the shock dissipates . And back again it comes .
Wrestling with fears and seeking desperately for a moment with ease .
We ask each other ” what do we do ?” again and again .
Holding dear each new bit of news .
Changing all the time . Changing all the time . Changing all the time .
Unrest and ill at ease and yet ….
Strangers now willing to look in each other’s eyes
and smile .
A gentleness has appeared in the face of the fear .
The preciousness of moments are real .
and the uncertainty was always here .
Only now it lives in the inhale and exhale and doesn’t leave .
I hold the glimpses of warmth in faces so dear
feeling comfort in knowing our connections are real .
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 .
