The quietness in the night soothes the restlessness at times . It calls to the thoughts not usually heard in the day . Their significance finds a voice and a chance to be lived . One such night awake thinking that I was alone I heard a sound . It was deep and a bit rhythmic . Unaccustomed to this sound and , for that matter , of thinking of owls being near by I was questioning my own ears . Nope , It really was an Owl . My heart began beating a little faster with delight . It was also a comfort . Suddenly I had a middle of the night friend sharing the stillness and darkness . I began wondering which tree had been chosen for perching . I began imagining paintings of Owls that I might create . I began feeling quite comforted by this owl .
His calls in night carried on for a few weeks . I looked forward to them . And when they stopped …just as suddenly as they began I said a bittersweet goodbye and thanked life for the unexpected treasures that it brings . Every now and again I awake up in the night and listen for the owl that might have returned .
Looking intently towards the sky threads a connection to the intangible spaces in the mind , the unexplored heart and the timeless spirit born before ….now.
It is the beautiful , wild road that sings to the adventurers heart and calls to the eyes to gaze onward and upward . The view of the inner life and outer actions happening simultaneously. Joined together as one and standing apart as needed . They come together with each inhale and expand with every exhale .
Can you feel the universe within your beating heart ? It is there just as the reflections of the stars are visible in the depths of your eyes .
The freedom to be is in our hands and the freedom to expand knowledge and understanding lives along the beautiful , wild road .
I heard the birds singing this morning as it were spring . it was like a sweet , gentle smile opening across one’s face . Sun inspiring whimsey and a dash of hope in such a way that i was nearly fooled . Fooled into thinking that spring was near rather than the fall and approaching winter .
Expanding dreams in the warm rays of sunlight is easy and sweet . A joyous dance in ideas and amongst roads yet to be seen . Unfolding a layer and releasing all barriers in thought , word and deed .
I am happy to know what I don’t know so that I will learn as i go .
Many times it is the sleeping giants that are the ones that save us from ourselves . The quiet voice in the threads of our longest relationships that illuminate our courage and compassion as well as the deepest fears that cause us to push love away .
Forgiveness sleeps and waits to be called . Always ready to bring comfort and to light the dimness in the hall . Many times it is the first in line and can free you from yourself .
Compassion flows like blood through the heart where there are no blocks . Otherwise it gets stuck and hardens the heart . Something so strong can be so fragile and damage may set in while we sleep .
Willingness to know beyond our own private gate and invite the world to show us other ways free from hate .
These are a few of our sleeping giants and I say ” Let them awaken ! ”
Quiet courage and comfort amongst the trees and when in need go to them and breathe . They hold your ancestors stories and in this life will nourish yours .
A light touch of my hand against the ancient strength of the trees and in the stillness of the moment I can see . I can see with my heart and know what it is to be free .
There is a flow in the wisdom of the trees and a power misunderstood by men . When standing amongst the trees , deep breath in , close yours eyes and feel . Feel a rhythm of life that is sacred …oh so dear .
It does not discriminate or hate . It calls for you to come and be the courageous one . The comfort of the trees is longstanding and free . In the quiet of the trees is where you will know what is real .
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 .