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 .
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 .
When I take pause in silence I can hear life . The magnificence of life in the quiet frees my mind and soothes all my senses . It’s gentleness is powerful and nearly palpable .
The trees private poems to each other are almost heard in whispers . And the gracious flow and rhythms of the natural world come together and then move apart in a beautiful dance .
When I remember the silence it welcomes me . Revealing the calm , the truth and the peace in life .
Music in my heart sends me dancing into a night sky and touching stars . It’s all so much more than a any one single moment and yet a single moment is everything , Your smile could free a heart and anger may in prison it . which will be ?
My heart reminds me to feel the music and to welcome the colors that tell of a song written long ago , The colors invite me listen and to claim joy . To be bold one moment and to quietly observe in the next ,
Melodies and movement in my mind become explorations of creative expression and are freedom . I set my heart free …to be . 
The power in your mind designs a new step while you rest . A step of boldness and beauty both folding in on each other and forming a star in the heavens above . The freedom to be or to turn the other way around or the freedom to delve deeply into mystery and then leave the page blank …a choice and it’s free .
To know fully what’s in your heart , and I do mean fully , then you are a step closer to being free. The moments that seem to disappear will remain with your heart if you were present though not free and the moments that are reciprocal in the upper world of love will lift a mind into healing .
There is a peaceful heart that can be born again and again ….and again . It is a choice and it is free .
Mon Coeur
When i loosen the hold on the mirror in my hand it’s easy notice the heart muscle relax . The stories in the image that I see could change when they are set free . Those stories ask me for freedom from time to time and I consider it for a bit . And then it’s time to explore .
There is delicious laughter to be had and it’s free though sometimes there needs to be a reminder to seek it out . Then , of course , is the courage . It’s magnificence can go unnoticed if you can imagine . It’s so dear and sometimes life changing . You may only notice it’s friend known as fear but courage often slips in quietly and opens a door . And there is freedom .
Heartbreak has it’s own odd rewards . It might bring you to yourself and it might twist and turn you until you know that you can set it free . Tears create comfort in their release freeing you heal nearly unknowable woes .
When you clearly there is love and know it as a true companion you are free .
It began with meeting you in unexpected places . My heart rising to the surface and bits of my soul exposing it’s weaves of color and textures gathered through the ages . Questions and acceptance , not always in that order , came with each breath . And each breath has a purpose.
Deep breath in so as to welcome the sights of love which sometimes masquerades as rebellion . Deep breath out so as to give delight alive in courage . Have you stood in the silence of your breathing and listened ?
It was you along offering comfort through inspiration . Offering warmth in moments of fear and gentle nudges toward exploration of a beautiful , wild road . 
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 connections to life .
The heart swells with compassion when I offer thanks . When I see 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 no thank you .
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 . 
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 .
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 .
blchapman 