The light and the joy that lives naturally . That is home . When heart cracks and welcomes despair , that too is home . And when it is all embraced as one we are whole again …..and again and again . Clarity visits and opens doors allowing for action while trust is the confidence that grows the wings ! 
Home in My Soul
I belong to the birds and the trees ,
And to the flowers and the sky .
And to the birds and the dreams ,
And to the rivers and the streams .
I belong to the mountains and the hills
And to the stars in the sky .
Source: Trees are Sleeping
The slumber of the winter has taken hold and suddenly I am wide awake . In the dark blue sky of the night the comfort takes hold from seeing the beautiful lights abound . Feel yourself lifted up into the universe . It’s as if all of the energy moving through us is about to release itself from the boundaries of the earth and soar . Why do we ever fear ?
In the darkness my soul can see where my eyes cannot . Trust . When I step onto a trail that is new to me there is exhilaration . A sense of wonderment . Again trust , At some point along the way hints of doubt nudge my thoughts . Small pokes here and there . When, after a long time has passed , and I haven’t seen another soul a release is the loveliest of responses . . A deep breath in while looking up into the mighty trees and infinite sky all fears are released . Merriment returns easily to my steps and the joy in living is safe .
The darkness was partially lifted by the falling snow . At 10 pm it was lightly landing and barely leaving a trace . By midnight it had become , more than , likely that I would surrender to it’s pull.
The falling drops were filling the sky now and blanketing the ground . I felt called to become a part it .
The desire to be enveloped by the quiet, soft world of Winter called to a place deep inside of me. The knowing that the cold could bring a chill was no deterrent . I trusted that the warmth of the beauty and purity would warm me . It was Midnight now .
The glow of the moon and the delicate , white drops filling the sky were completely irresistible now . I felt my heart quicken as I put on my warm , wool coat and gloves . Feeling as if it might all disappear if i were not quick enough . Eager to offer my appreciation I went , Practically racing , to the front door then pausing. For such a moment commands a pause. Then flinging it wide open savoring the first wave of cold air to touch my face .
It was a lovely tingling awakening all of my senses . Exhilaration and anticipation brought a release of girlish laughter . Ahhh , the crisp , clean , cold air . Seeing my breath escaping into the night while the cold continued to pinch my cheeks . Giddiness and peace in one place .
Turning my face towards the heavens , eyes closed , feeling each drop of snow as it lands on my skin and just, as quickly , disappearing again into the warmth . When I opened my eyes again I was comforted my sights on the moon .
Looking Into the night sky I can travel to places in my soul . The seeming darkness illuminates this journey , glimmers and sparkles of light inviting my dreams to the surface .
The beauty in the faintest glow found here and …there , sends my heart into a lovely lull . Once a moment has passed and has wound it’s way through the channels and slopes of concioussness then it’s set free .
Eyes turned upwards , excited to catch glimpses of all the spirits living in the sky . Threads of light drawing us in , drawing us near to each other ,
Meeting in the sky .
Is courage required to be still and at ease with oneself ? During those times when all our lives is in place as we planned it’s easy . When violent twists and turns appear the loving stillness can be both inside and outside . When the outer comforts of love are seemingly out of reach then the inner sanctuary of love must prevail and in that lives the peace .
I go to the source within . When the light is dim the threads of prayers hold me in . 
It is not always peaceful when I pray .
A tangled web of threads that I seek to liberate
from a restless mind that struggles against the stillness .
I walk and walk and feel a brief respite when tiredness
sets in and the knowing that soon I will sleep .
blchapman 