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Fear of the Silences

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The silences that come to us are a gift .  An invitation to know ourselves and to become intimate

with the deep knowing that we are a piece of something greater than ourselves .  Winds moving

the branches of the trees in a wild dance  ,  calm , limpid waters soothing to see  and a bird

launching into flight all living within your breath .

The silences that frighten do not claim to be  the cause . The ancient memories that  lie

dormant  in our hearts and the truth of our intentions and dreams that help our  hearts to beat

are what we’ve  become fearful of knowing . Knowing deeply , so deeply that thinking of the

depths of the ocean would be like a raindrop  falling against your cheek in a storm .

I wonder ….does one must step away to know ? 

At first signs of Restlessness

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The comforts of familiarity begin turning away and deep , long breaths move in to stay .  The sky is where my eyes turn to for a sense of endless possibilities and are covered with smoke now and  it has shut us in .

The still waters don’t bring peace but the roaring , wildness of the ocean calm the spirit and bring dreams to light  . There is peace already  living in each breath and each breath is as dear as old friends .

At first signs of restlessness …Remember to think and  to go through those doubts and then you’ll  arrive somewhere new . And remember to hear the feelings without making them shout.  Splendidness  is everywhere just maybe not your particular type .  And your particular type will have your heart singing . Twinkling eyes , singing in your heart  and twirling with  laughter ….

That is where  my restless  heart wants to go .

 

The Side Roads

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I will  find my way to the next side road  .  I will venture out into what seems unknown .

It may be a simple touch that brings new direction  . And with it’s smile my heart will be known

for a second . The comfort lives in moments that embrace the fears and look for the side roads .

When the Stars Invite me for a Stroll

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Stepping back , clearly to see , and then recognizing the flutters in the heart .

Ready and willing to go . Go onward and onward soaring  free .

New breath awaits  to be tingling the senses  and to introduce  discoveries .

An old heart renewed in the light of the minds eye and a wandering spirit tells tales

worthy of feast days and banquets by the ocean’s edge .

When the stars invite me for a stroll in the moon’s light or in the darkest night I say yes .

Always yes .

 

Break Free to Breathe Again

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I must break free to breathe again . The power of life chooses when to burn as a fire or to

flow easily as a stream . The heartbreak of one is the heartbreak of humanity and will not  go

down without  a break  in the hate .. The heartbeat  of one will rise like the heartbeat of all and

break free to breathe again .

There are voices in the trees  telling an unseen world  of injury and giving lessons for healing

and there are righteous  songs among  the animals teaching of   a courageous path to

break free to breathe again .

Each time this one human heart is fractured by the weight of despair, by the actions of lost

souls ,

renewal arrives in the  power of a new moment ,  determination unrelenting ,  and  the grace of

life in each breath

leads us to break free and breathe again .

‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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Ancient Light

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The moon rise slides into place .  It’s  light inviting and inspiring .  It commands your energy into new and ancient places .  Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ?  It’s glow could you bring you home  some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet  once again  .  On those rare nights when it catches  hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom .  Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising .  It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there  waiting  to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .

……To be continued 

In The Dead of Night

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In the deep  quiet of the night there  used to  live an endless invitation to set your spirit to soaring .  A time set aside  for discovery and an opportunity to break the boldest or the most  mysterious bonds holding onto you .

Now in the dead  of the night are  the  children . Children that did not  ask for this life . Children being criminalized  simply  for being alive . Children being  whisked through airports like some strange secret , like a lie .

The wailing ,  the visceral sounds of the wailing of the innocent  babes and their Mamas being torn apart will follow these men in charge to their graves . They don’t know it yet . But it will . Haunting a spirit  for evermore will be the suffering caused by the deeds of men with no heart and no soul .