Calls to the soul at waters edge ,
she welcomes what we are beyond our present knowing .
Calls to what we know as wildness is freedom in the space of grace .
Calm and reflective waters flow and all the while wild winds blow .
And in this moment of aloneness is the timeless connection to all life .
Calls from the heart, songs in the soul and hymns from the sea are in harmony .
And in every breath carried to the stars are dreams of love for evermore .
I watch the great , wonderful trees outside my window move with the winds with ease . And when I pause with intention then the rhythmic flow of my breath in concert with my heart is what I know to be a bit of grace .
Swept up in moments of resistance , simply said, creates more resistance . How delightfully good does it feel to breathe deeply out and smile ? Dreams in the day and dreams in the night of a joyous life for all .
Laying down the resistance to living in the truth of the heart .
In my mind , heart and soul my joy comes alive in the adventures of travel as well as amongst the quietness of trees . Adventure is adventure . And exploration is invigorating wether with satchels or suitcases or a walking stick or airplane .
How many times have I felt a deep and instant comfort in traveling ? More often than i can recall . It is the home within myself that rises to the surface during an adventure . An outer exploration becomes an inner connection .
And sometimes when it is time to say farewell to the spontaneity and the fun of the unknown my spirit may feel heavy …for a bit and also renewed .
Until I am again near the loving souls that I can’t imagine life without ,and are also home in my heart , my spirit dances with new sight . The limitless and deep connections to all life are always beckoning .
The word travel seems too small to convey the true unfolding of what occurs if you choose it . I choose to step into the adventure and to dance with it . And finding rest in the quietness of love and contemplation amongst the trees and in the sky and roaring ocean waves . i am alive .
Nature and creativity ,
the freedom of spirit and the rootedness of purpose in art and words like ancient trees and flowing waters . The creative process is an exploration and an adventure . It is an undoing and of putting the formless into form . It is love with out time or space .
‘Healing Our Hunger ‘
Imagery and Poetry
By Barbara Chapman
for ending ending food insecurity
Let me be here . If not in physical form then in form then in spirit and in heart .
Warm golden glow spreading it’s comfort . And perceptible sounds of flowing streams ,
like nature’s hymns , sharing life .
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