The lasting light stretching outward into evening inviting delight .
Coolness along aside bright sunshine and twirling sounds from birds before light
inspiring joy and a light heart .
Inspiring a yearning to stay awake later into the night and glance at the stars sparkling
in the deep , dark sky .
Spring joyously returns and like a lovely waltz it twirls life around out of the winter
slumber and into new beginnings .
Happy Spring !
A dance with changing circumstances ,
a drain or a lift ? A reestablishment of sense of self and finding one’s footing once
again.
Not for the faint of heart yet as we move through that which we fear in time it
is transformed into the familiar .
A dance with identity perceived by the inner self and interpretations of how we think
the world views us .
It’s the perceptions that we hold onto with fierceness can cause the most discomfort .
Is it habit or real ? If it is habit that doesn’t make it any less real .
Dancing through circumstances may feel more like trudging through mud in moments
of fear …all it takes is one moment and then you feel like your home and the comfort is
real .
Evenly onward I go . Rising and then flowing with the downward slopes as they come .
Moving steadily and weaving in the joys as obstacles are flung here and flung there .
Evenly onward I go . And an unexpected moment appears and tips the scale .
Charging fast into the passion of a moment I let my voice rise from the deep , loud
space of fatigue and cry out ” No More !”. Enough of all of the tedious , barking
demands from systems designed to be in command .
I let out my barks and in a moment , or two, I am done .
Released and then I rise through my woes once again .
In the northern hemisphere we have a chill in the air . Winter storms , at times light and lovely or wild and harsh , that slow down our pace . Perhaps memories of childhood snow days bring a smile as we keep warm inside .
Is it the prettiest package and nifty trinket inside that lights up our hearts ? I venture to guess it is rather the thought and time that remains in our thoughts .
The very spirit of giving is inspirational and contagious . A beautiful flow of humanity creating a web . A gentle kindness towards a stranger can make your own heart sing . La la la …let the joy in and then give it away again .
An extra can of soup purchased at the store and donated on the way out of the door . Check on a neighbor and think of how it must feel that somebody cares .
What better way to celebrate the season of miracles amongst so many faiths than to step beyond our busyness and let people know that they are cared about .
The freedom and the rootedness in the creative purpose , in silence or in a ruckus , it reveals . It is an undoing . A dedicated foray into the unknown and an act of putting the formless into form .
It is love without time or space .
A meditative place where hymns of renewal and release breathe .
Where space for calmness and peace reside .
Free from pushing and pulling and instead feel the rhythm of my heart beating
and soothed by breathing .
In the joy of quietness I am charmed by the birds singing and by the light dancing with
her shadows .
Remembering the joy of quietness I am free .
I saw you . A soft and worn smile coming from your eyes inviting and calm . A moment much needed and such a surprise . Thinking of how we can give so much in a passing moment with a shared smile .
I saw you and humbly looked into your eyes . Is there a willingness to share in a moment of our humanity ? Respectful if not and a bit of glee if it is there .
I saw you and thought how two strangers heartbeats might sync for a moment as we pass by .
The lie of victimhood having emboldened frustration tries to justify death . Each sacred breath divvied up into worthy or expendable …what’s next ?
It’s time to remind that free speech is responsibility . Not a weapon for one’s own use .
We are limitless in what and how we create and those that choose actions grounded in truth , integrity and compassion lead the way for longevity for the human race .
Experiences hold a key to changing perceptions and when ….that’s not on the table
where do we go from here ?
The soul of humanity is being fully explored . It’s light and it’s darkness are rising to the surface . Meeting face to face and discerning it’s direction .
When the dark comes knocking then it’s time to look and time to rise .
Time to make changes with fearlessness .
The breath of joy sometimes waits …with longing to be a part of the breeze .
To dance among the trees and to tickle the ocean’s surface it waits . Creating the dips and
highs for the light to play and play . And intertwining with sun sending shimmering nuances
here and there.
The breath of sadness , sometimes mindful , might remain in your cells for years .
Ancient tears may turn up
and hold you like a blanket all the while asking to be freed .
The breath of freedom … is pure love . It knows no bounds and soars and floats and glides .
Imagine a translucent , shimmering and infinite stream of light moving within and through
all
of life . It is continuous and generous
unless it is stopped .
Breathe and awaken the light .
I remember gentle moments . The moments that simply are peace . The peace that is born in one’s heart and when unleashed it washes away fear . The gentle moments flow around me and within me as comforting as being tucked under warm , soft covers while a storm churns outside . I sometimes must remember to choose those moments over demanding forces of ego .
I remember the lightness of feeling free . Free when my attention is turned towards kindness and free when the dance is with love . 
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