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
As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .
Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later a bit of rustling amongst the trees
outside had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language all of
their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against them ? ” Slowly her head turned towards the
kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees . Suddenly …
A powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up . Startled , just a bit , she turned her
attention towards the kettle . Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down
and just then the steam set off the whistle .
Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm .
To be continued ….
The morning arrived in an unbearably bright way for someone who had been deeply
Sleeping, One eye slowly opened so as to take a peek about . ” Alright then ” she thought as
she opened the other one with caution . All seemed well so she stretched and wriggled and
yawned . Images of tree branches were cast upon the walls by the light and a particularly
vocal bird was trumpeting with , what could only be described as , urgency .
She began taking stock of her thoughts and intentions for the day ahead . She dared
to wonder , just for a second , if this day would bring adventure .
…….to be continued
The rawness exposed rising up from my soul .
Shuddering in it’s innocence and slightly sweet in it’s song .
Dares to be a melody and not a lullaby .
And a glimpse of raggedy edges does not frighten me .
They have been seen before .
The longing for smoothness may appear along with gentleness in your glimpses .
There is nothing to fear .
In a moment , when a breeze becomes more , I choose to run along beside it .
Almost wanting to close my eyes and only to feel …
the delight and the laughter
and then I am free .
When the Spirit is Free
They were mine once ,
in a dream …or was it in that other lifetime ?
The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings .
The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting my soul
soothes me into sweet release .
It is a different sort of freedom not quite familiar in this earthly life .
Elegantly and delicately they open after rest
and seek to stretch .
A few feathers may fall away here or there and , truly , are intended gifts .
Movement designed to flow
and a dance leading the heavens to free the heart .
Seeking wings in the sky
and I don’t don’t why .
Since I have rediscovered them right by my side .
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Life , as strong she is , vulnerable like a whisper .
The notions planted in your heart , before birth or since , guide and question .
A melody in a moment and a song for battle in the long , drawn out days .
Walking through scenarios attempting to break free .
A captured moment in the beating of your heart
lays claim to what will be done next .
The wildness in the unknown beckons and calls
stirring the mind and releasing all fears
Leap and leap again !
There is no one richer than the one with the full heart .
A stream of wisdom rises and …
brings a collection of visions …
both new and old .
Is the song new or a million years old ?
Gently extending a hand , open and ready
to receive the adventures .
The tales are alive
and go dancing in twilight .
Invite them for a spin
and the joy will flow .