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This Beautiful , Wild Road …

A sense of fury in the air leads me to wonder if thunder is on the way .  walking along the road , listening to  the crackling  of twigs and pebbles and leaves underfoot . Sounds entering my thoughts becoming a part of the flow .  A deep breath in . The air is cool and  heavy with moisture . Turning my head slowly  about  as I release my breath back out into life .

What unexpected treasure will this walk provide today ?  There’s always something . Always a little  something revealing itself  to me  . Will it come from the outside or the inside ?   A moment of understanding the threads of thoughts and actions  or  of intuition knowing when the need for quiet will reap the greatest rewards .  Adding a little skip into my step and it’s clear. .There’s no need to know ahead of time where it will come from . That’s the beauty inside the mystery . And the mystery reveals what you need to know  in your heart when it’s right .

The beauty of this wild road …is your discovery .

The Red Robin on the Path ….continued

She  felt thunder in the earth .  It came on so suddenly that she lost her breath .  The blood  was

racing her veins now and she was , both , frightened and excited  .

The instantaneous  silence magnified the anticipation  .

What was  coming ?   What was the thundering earth going to bring ?

 

Red Robin on the Path : Gates are Opening

The Mysteries  of the forest began  opening up . revealing  marvelous bits of life . Beautiful ,

winged creatures flying between the trees while vibrantly decorated butterflies danced amongst

the sleeping rocks .  The songs of the forest coming together like a chorus .

As she walked her awareness of the unique harmony of  forest  life expanded

and felt  it as an invitation to delve deeper into understanding  herself as well .  oooh just then…

she caught a glimpse  of a Red Robin on the path .

 

The Red Robin on the Path ….

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 .

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 ? ” 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

A Red Robin on the Path …..

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

 

 

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…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 ….