Space for New Dreams
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Through Rising Woes …
Evenly onward I go . Rising and then flowing with the downward slopes as they come .
Moving steadily and weaving in the joys as obstacles are flung here and flung there .
Evenly onward I go . And an unexpected moment appears and tips the scale .
Charging fast into the passion of a moment I let my voice rise from the deep , loud
space of fatigue and cry out ” No More !”. Enough of all of the tedious , barking
demands from systems designed to be in command .
I let out my barks and in a moment , or two, I am done .
Released and then I rise through my woes once again .
Reflections on the Season of Giving
Reflections on the Season of Giving
In the northern hemisphere we have a chill in the air . Winter storms , at times light and lovely or wild and harsh , that slow down our pace . Perhaps memories of childhood snow days bring a smile as we keep warm inside .
Is it the prettiest package and nifty trinket inside that lights up our hearts ? I venture to guess it is rather the thought and time that remains in our thoughts .
The very spirit of giving is inspirational and contagious . A beautiful flow of humanity creating a web . A gentle kindness towards a stranger can make your own heart sing . La la la …let the joy in and then give it away again .
An extra can of soup purchased at the store and donated on the way out of the door . Check on a neighbor and think of how it must feel that somebody cares .
What better way to celebrate the season of miracles amongst so many faiths than to step beyond our busyness and let people know that they are cared about .
Space for New Dreams
The Quietness of a Snow Day
Awakened even earlier than my usual four o’clock in the morning . There’s something about the quietness of falling snow and the darkness of the night being held by a magical , soothing light of falling white flakes . Cozy inside and watching the delicate snow is both soothing and exciting .
It brings forward the happy memories of being a child and waking up in the night to a blanket of snow covering the streets . A bit of moon light shining across the white making it practically sparkle and crisp , cold air against my face was invigorating . I would open a small window and stick my head to feel the snow and try to catch a snowflake on my tongue .
It always felt magical especially in the middle of the night . I loved way it gave our busyness a break . it would ask , if not demand , that we slow down . To break free of our routine and to experience life a bit differently .
The joy of a snow day remains in my heart and waits each year to be re awakened .
The Nature of Creativity
The freedom and the rootedness in the creative purpose , in silence or in a ruckus , it reveals . It is an undoing . A dedicated foray into the unknown and an act of putting the formless into form .
It is love without time or space .
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