Tag Archives: Art

Through Rising Woes …

Evenly onward I go . Rising and then flowing with the downward slopes as they come .

Moving steadily and weaving in the joys as obstacles are flung here and flung there .

Evenly onward I go . And an unexpected moment appears and tips the scale .

Charging fast into the passion of a moment I let my voice rise from the deep , loud

space of fatigue and cry out ” No More !”. Enough of all of the tedious , barking

demands from systems designed to be in command .

I let out my barks and in a moment , or two, I am done .

Released and then I rise through my woes once again .

Reflections on the Season of Giving

In the northern hemisphere we have a chill in the air . Winter storms , at times light and lovely or wild and harsh , that slow down our pace . Perhaps memories of childhood snow days bring a smile as we keep warm inside .

Is it the prettiest package and nifty trinket inside that lights up our hearts ? I venture to guess it is rather the thought and time that remains in our thoughts .

The very spirit of giving is inspirational and contagious . A beautiful flow of humanity creating a web . A gentle kindness towards a stranger can make your own heart sing . La la la …let the joy in and then give it away again .

An extra can of soup purchased at the store and donated on the way out of the door . Check on a neighbor and think of how it must feel that somebody cares .

What better way to celebrate the season of miracles amongst so many faiths than to step beyond our busyness and let people know that they are cared about .

Remembering the Joy of Quietness

A meditative place where hymns of renewal and release breathe .

Where space for calmness and peace reside .

Free from pushing and pulling and instead feel the rhythm of my heart beating

and soothed by breathing .

In the joy of quietness I am charmed by the birds singing and by the light dancing with

her shadows .

Remembering the joy of quietness I am free .

Melodious Light

A chill in the air , soft whites and grays and evergreens harmonize like a song of winter .

Quietness and light inviting and threading it’s way amongst old growth trees , carrying

the deep , soul enveloping sounds of an eagle’s call .

Melodious light transcends time and embraces the heart .

Lyrical

Resting thoughts open the way ,

A heart’s inner song rising in the air.

Like lyrical sounds traveling through time

and each beat of the heart making music somewhere .

A lyrical life is what I seek .

Flowing and delicate then rising in crescendo ,

falling gently into subtle rhythms like a soothing lullaby .

A Lone Bison

A moment held and telling a story . It speaks not only of this moment of life’s history and evolution . It speaks of endurance intertwined with fragility and of quietness and courage . The story of a lone bison standing in stillness on the volcano known as Yellowstone and myself , the lone explorer , standing in the threshold of what was and what is . Welcoming the freedom of quietness in a pause and willingly entering the mystery .

Passing Moments

I saw you . A soft and worn smile coming from your eyes inviting and calm . A moment much needed and such a surprise . Thinking of how we can give so much in a passing moment with a shared smile .

I saw you and humbly looked into your eyes . Is there a willingness to share in a moment of our humanity ? Respectful if not and a bit of glee if it is there .

I saw you and thought how two strangers heartbeats might sync for a moment as we pass by .

Water’s Edgde

Calls to the soul at waters edge ,

she welcomes what we are beyond our present knowing .

Calls to what we know as wildness is freedom in the space of grace .

Calm and reflective waters flow and all the while wild winds blow .

And in this moment of aloneness is the timeless connection to all life .

Calls from the heart, songs in the soul and hymns from the sea are in harmony .

And in every breath carried to the stars are dreams of love for evermore .

Laying Down the Resistance

I watch the great , wonderful trees outside my window move with the winds with ease . And when I pause with intention then the rhythmic flow of my breath in concert with my heart is what I know to be a bit of grace .

Swept up in moments of resistance , simply said, creates more resistance . How delightfully good does it feel to breathe deeply out and smile ? Dreams in the day and dreams in the night of a joyous life for all .

Laying down the resistance to living in the truth of the heart .

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