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Freedom Comes When Giving Thanks

The heart swells with freedom when I offer thanks .  The loved ones that give their patience and offer me their  brokenness are acts of love and trust that expand our connectedness  to life .

The heart swells with compassion when I offer  thanks . When I see your  grace  in the eyes of a stranger whose suffering I yearn  to relieve. Then I know that my spirit is forever altered by love.

The heart swells by the touch of the eternal line of forgiveness  that requires not a thank you .

And yet I love you All .

How can I say that I don’t  know you when I do . I know the joys of singing and hearing a melody.  As I know how the heart aches and breaks and how it  comes alive again and again . There is great freedom in giving Thanks . 

 

 

The Bold in the Heart

                                                                 

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 Love Letter Continues

I thank God that this work , this passion , this challenge is a never ending thread .

Incorporating  spirit with the practicalities  of living .  It anchors me to the earth and to  the

infinite power

of love.

It guides me to live in this moment while releasing me to explore the unknown .

 

The Constricted Heart

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 .

Mon Coeur