If we all were to carry around one word on placard , large and visually imposing ,
stating who we are . One word mind you , what would yours be ?
It would be everyone’s first impression of you and linger and linger ….
and attaching itself to the forces that guide your life .
When I see you as more then it makes it possible for us to become our dreams .
When the Spirit is Free
Nicely bundled for venturing out she paused at the door . It was a handsome door made of
Cypress with subtle carvings resembling leaves all around the inside frame . A scent of the
earth and of the days past seemed to emanate from it . Mostly it was a comforting scent
but there were those days when she found it irksome . Some days she would rather enjoy the
fragrance of the Ocean , imaging the feel of the salt in the air and the slight stickiness of it on
her skin . She loves to imagine .
She had heard , once , that there are some folks that think that time
using one’s imagination is a silly and pointless thing to do . ‘ I am so glad not to have met any
of those folks ” she thought , ” after all is it my joy .”
She placed her hand onto the door knob and took a deep breath bracing
herself the cold air on the other side of the door .
Startled and also anticipating a walk with some adventure in it , her thoughts turned to the
stone that had hit the window . It had reminded her that the stillness inside was a temporary
state and that the wildness of nature has much say on any given day .
She liked feeling close to the trees and to the sky . And to the elements has they came …
and then went . She once mentioned this to a stranger some years ago and he merely looked
at her with nothing much to say . A pity she thought since it could have been a delightful
conversation .
“oops” there I go again she thought , wandering in my thoughts . This day won’t last forever …
Source: The Red Robin on the Path
Each step down the hall was light so that the cold floor just barely teased her bare feet .
Warm cup of tea in hand she headed towards a sweater . The raucous sounds of the winds
had quieted a bit now and the tension in the air had dissipated .
She began humming nothing in particular and it was , after all , absentminded .
The preparations for an outing continued . The anticipation for having an adventure was
revealing itself in the beats of her heart . The well worn softness of her favorite sweater being
pulled down over her head was comforting and brought a smile to her face . “Mmmmm….” as
she stretched . A light heartedness came over her and her thoughts became most optimistic .
Pausing at the window nearest to her bed …” how are the birds doing in all of this wind…
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Each step down the hall was light so that the cold floor just barely teased her bare feet .
Warm cup of tea in hand she headed towards a sweater . The raucous sounds of the winds
had quieted a bit now and the tension in the air had dissipated .
She began humming nothing in particular and it was , after all , absentminded .
The preparations for an outing continued . The anticipation for having an adventure was
revealing itself in the beats of her heart . The well worn softness of her favorite sweater being
pulled down over her head was comforting and brought a smile to her face . “Mmmmm….” as
she stretched . A light heartedness came over her and her thoughts became most optimistic .
Pausing at the window nearest to her bed …” how are the birds doing in all of this wind ? ” she
thought . ” They know what to do . An internal , ancient guidance alive and well in their veins
unlike humans with so much left to the fickle fate of wants and desires . ” She twirled and
twirled again humming louder and her feet warm with woolen socks .
THUD . She jumped , just a little . A small rock had been kicked up by a random wind and hit a
window pane .
……to be continued
The winds picked up strength and caused the window panes to rattle fiercely . A shiver ran up
her spine as a small gasp escaped from in between her lips . This morning’s outing was
seeming to evolve into a challenge . The tea was ready and she cliched the cup , mellowing
with the warmth , feeling soothed and her spirit revived . ” I could loose myself in a day such
as this one ” she said aloud absentmindedly .
Can you loose yourself in the wanderings of the heart ? Or is that exactly when
you find yourself ? Now back to our story ….
Glancing down the hall she caught sight of her fine , woolen scarf . A deep purple , soft and
with a delicate weave of subtle earth tones interspersed . Perfect for today’s outing .
The enthusiasm for the new day was ignited in her spirit by her love of the unknown alongside
the comforts of home . “Snap to it ! ” she thought . Time to get ready or this day will be gone !
…….to be continued
