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Untether My Spirit

In leaps  and with great  ease when the heart leads .  Struggle becomes delight and light fills the

cracks of the bits that seemed broken .  A smile slowly begins to open and widen across a

beautiful face . Even in a dim light the eyes are seen and are dancing .  A moment of whimsy

opens the way for a life  of cherishing  joy .

Leaving space for silence and saying yes to thoughts that are unknown,

and before you know it the bridge has been crossed and you are on the other side .  It’s how

to find out who you are .

Dear friend  ,  delight in those leaps and see beyond . .

 

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The Red Robin on the Path : The Gates are Opening …….continued

She stood  , her breathing light , and wondered about the life of this  bird . A seemingly sweet

Red Robin that had kept coming into view . It reminded her of some sort of a dance .  But what

dance might this be ?  The forest has  a secret life she thought and what will it reveal to me

today ?

Glimmers of sunshine streaming through the trees in places . It was hopeful and playful .  It

made her smile .  She felt , suddenly, like twirling  about .  Then the Robin , startled by

something  unseen ,  flapped it’s wings  rather furiously and it frightened her as well .

The Hues of the New Day

Oh I how I breath in  deeply at the sight of the new day .

Leaving room for wondering , leaving room for you dear yesterday .

Sometimes I speak to you in the night and wait in vain for your reply .

And sometimes the mystery of the night is  my cloak of comfort and inspiration to fly .

 

The Red Robin on the Path ….continued

Startled and also anticipating  a  walk  with  some adventure in it ,  her thoughts turned to  the

stone that had hit the window .  It had reminded her that the stillness inside was a temporary

state and that the wildness of nature has much say on any given day .

She liked feeling close to the trees and to the sky .  And to the elements  has they came …

and then went .   She  once mentioned this to a stranger some years ago and  he merely  looked

at her with nothing much to say .  A pity she thought since it could have been a delightful

conversation .

“oops” there I go again she thought ,  wandering in my thoughts .   This day won’t last forever  …

The Red Robin on the Path

Each step down the hall was light so that the cold floor just barely teased her bare feet .

Warm cup of tea in hand she headed towards a sweater .  The raucous sounds of the winds

had quieted a bit now and the tension in the air had dissipated .

She began humming nothing in particular and it was , after all , absentminded .

The preparations for an outing continued .  The anticipation for having an adventure  was

revealing itself in the beats of her heart .  The well worn softness of her favorite sweater being

pulled down over her head was comforting and brought a smile to her face . “Mmmmm….” as

she stretched .  A light heartedness came over her and her thoughts became  most optimistic .

Pausing at the window nearest  to her bed …” how are the birds doing in all of this wind ? ” she

thought . ” They know what to do .  An internal , ancient guidance  alive and well in their veins

unlike humans with so much left to the fickle fate of wants and desires . ”   She twirled  and

twirled  again  humming louder and her feet warm with woolen socks .

THUD .  She jumped , just a little . A small rock had been kicked up by a random wind and hit a

window pane .

……to be continued

A Red Robin on the Path …..

The winds picked up  strength  and caused the window panes to rattle fiercely  .  A shiver ran up

her spine  as a small gasp escaped from in between her lips .  This morning’s outing was

seeming to evolve into a challenge  .  The tea was ready and  she cliched the cup  ,  mellowing

with the  warmth , feeling soothed and her spirit  revived  .  ” I could loose myself in a day such

as this one ”  she said aloud absentmindedly  .

Can you loose yourself in the wanderings  of the heart ? Or is that exactly when

you find yourself ?       Now back to our story ….

Glancing down the hall she caught sight of her fine , woolen scarf .  A deep purple , soft and

with a  delicate weave of subtle earth tones interspersed .  Perfect for today’s outing .

The enthusiasm  for the new day was ignited in her spirit by her love of the unknown alongside

the comforts of home .  “Snap to it ! ” she thought . Time to get ready or this day will be gone !

…….to be continued

 

 

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…continued

As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .

Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later  a  bit of rustling amongst the trees

outside  had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language  all  of

their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against  them ? ”  Slowly her head  turned towards the

kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees .  Suddenly …

A  powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up .   Startled , just a bit , she turned her

attention towards the kettle .  Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down

and just then the steam set off the whistle .

Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm  .

 

To be continued ….