Space for New Dreams

The light is delicate tonight and the breezes cool. Someone not too far away is

listening to a soprano singing opera . The sounds drift faintly in the air as I watch the

evening light dance with with shadows before calling it a night .

It’s the sort of peaceful , summer night that soothes the soul and invites a restorative

rest .

New dreams are given space to arrive in the subtle , warm glow of the setting sun .

Space for New Dreams

The light is delicate tonight and the breezes cool. Someone not too far away is

listening to a soprano singing opera . The sounds drift faintly in the air as I watch the

evening light dance with with shadows before calling it a night .

It’s the sort of peaceful , summer night that soothes the soul and invites a restorative

rest .

New dreams are given space to arrive in the subtle , warm glow of the setting sun .

Summer Dreams

Long walks in summer dreams with flagrant blossoms wafting through the air . Rhythms ease into each day flowing into sunshine filled moments and just as easily into shade .

Cooling breezes and dancing stars in the sky , playful leaps and bright pinks , bring twinkling joy to the eyes .

Gently lay down your head , breathe slow , feeling life’s embrace .

Peace in Moments

To be in peace and joy , to fulfill a purpose known or unknown . To deepen my

understanding thereby strengthening connection to all of life . To explore ideas,

actions, states of being and to simply be . To simply breathe and sense the miracle that

is all around and the threads that are me running through it all blending or bumpy

…there is both freedom and anchors in the joys and sorrows . Looking to be beyond

the stars as well as meadows sprinkled with blooms and to delight and roar in oceans

near and far .

Rhythms

Bold and wild when the waves become harsh with injustices and dancing delicately with dreams of harmony .

Every beat of the heart creates a story . Born either from perceptions or the beautiful truth of your soul .

Weaving a way into and through our shared vulnerabilities and moments of courage just the other side of fear .

Rhythms change with each day bringing us to new ways .

Flowing Waters

Close to home water flows , slightly risen above the surface and yet reaches deeply

into one’s soul .

Sounds , eyes closed , of timelessness and possibility .

Light , eyes open , both playful and solemn .

Observance may become storytelling and a meditation with nature a poem as a guide .

Walking Through the Hours

Meandering through a global pandemic as if at any moment a beautiful , wild river will appear and cleanse the world from disease and dis – ease . Imagining the rapids roaring and mighty , surging onward , around twists and turns . The exhilarating force setting the heart free .

Slowly entering each day , it’s beginning unsure , then suddenly going all in . Questioning at least once each day ” do the unmasked notice the masked the way that the masked notice them ?” Life is a flow of change that does not judge and simply is . But in our choices we judge and claim for ourselves superiority .

Walking singularly through the hours there is an enormity of space for observations and for thoughts to wander and grow . Leap frogging from one to another and forming connections in the spaces left open by a global pandemic .

Silence . Remembering the lives that are lost in silence while the sounds of life , given a reprieve from man’s creations , are magnificent and subtle . How much can be heard in a single moment of silence ?

Or perhaps a look towards the night sky and imagining the timelessness of life . It’s beauty lives on through the science and miracle of light . the unknown and the known intertwined in a dance touching stars and planets and human hearts here on earth .

There is peace to be had in a pause and in a single breath . And in reflection as well as in action . Our thoughts , words and deeds live on beyond any single moment . Like imagining the rapids that go on and on .