When I was a little girl I was keenly aware of my aloneness . It wasn’t something that I understood . It just was . In the middle of the night I sometimes awoke to see the Moon . I looked at it so hard that I imagined it was there to bring me comfort . And comfort me it did. When it was felt so deeply that my heart ached and scarcely could I breathe I thought ” I am here and I am so filled with love that I must breathe and breathe deeply “. This love must go somewhere . Somewhere out into the world . That is only way that I can be keep taking a breath. When that vacant space makes itself known to me today I turn to the sky . I look for the stars and the Moon and I breathe … deeply . The connection to all eternity is there and is my comfort .
Facing the human spirit , witnessing struggles shared , and stepping into delight .
Delight in inspiration even when it is fleeting . It is an awakening , treasured and dear .
Layers of paint , boldly placed , are sometimes scraped away . Intent on connecting to the
heart , mind and spirit . It a world obsessed with time , doing and going , this work that i do
asks for a pause and ….to see the gentle bits along side the bold .
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 kindness is freed from it’s holding space , the mind opens up and the muscles relax . We may even become light enough to step into a dance . A dance of sensing possibilities. While the harshness fades clarity comes . It falls quietly away . O do we remember how to choose to BE ?
The constricted heart is in pain , you see . It really only wants to be set free . The anger planted there is a poison and it kills . There is no pretty way around it . It is what it does and there is no more to be seen and said . Forgive those that trespass against you .
Is that lesson still unlearned and not lived amongst us ? Dare it be so .
A delight to be fully awake and a fright to see the sleep walking surrounding the brilliant lights.
“Don’t startle them awake ” I say . Then I wonder why .
Clear sight into wisdom and willingness to question ideas with ideals will , surely , free even the darkest among us .
A twirl within a dance may welcome a smile but just as simply invite a tear to the eye .
Dancing creating new life in the heart intensifying the vibrant songs in the light of your sight .
Gently quiet …a slight hush sweeping slowly over the dreams in your wakefulness .
I live to hear those dreams . I love to know the life in their mysteries .
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 .