It’s so hard as you imagine it to be. Vulnerable and at ease , cozy in a soft , upholstered chair . Classical piano sounds drift down the corridor from the radio left playing in the kitchen . Permission granted and there go the eyelids gently closing . A delicious nap and mid afternoon dreams to soothe the worries …
I’ll meet you where you are and from there we can grow . I’ll meet you where you are and see where it goes . Offerings of knowledge and experience to go . Learn as you will while I hear the hurting in your questions and see trust opening a door .
When we meet in compassion it leaves us room for laughter . And a song or two later and some sweet stories come to life . Suddenly we meet in new places of shared learning and expanded thinking .
Opening the door more and more until you are meeting me where I am .
Moving through the restless ego and the dearest friend of a lifetime in spirit . The journey of the creative heart unfolding , it’s whims and battles within the mind and soul breathing . It is the dance and awakening and release that fuels yearnings . in the deepest, slow breath intimacy with a mystery is realized in the creation of art and use of words . Together they sing .
Immersed within your power , swept up by it’s swirling energy of love and wishes , anguish and courage . It’s ending transforms the spirit . The moments that we are given …to build upon our wisdom and enrich our hearts with spiritual freedom .
do we bring them into action or observation ? Or both ? Do we welcome them into our hearts to live ? Or are they pushed into places of dispute and into corners to grow cobwebs and carried like a weight ?
These moments given to us as magnificent beauties slip away quietly . And a precious few grab hold and let them be sweet . The others will appear when it’s required . So thank you dear moment . You are dear.