The lasting light stretching outward into evening inviting delight .
Coolness along aside bright sunshine and twirling sounds from birds before light
inspiring joy and a light heart .
Inspiring a yearning to stay awake later into the night and glance at the stars sparkling
in the deep , dark sky .
Spring joyously returns and like a lovely waltz it twirls life around out of the winter
slumber and into new beginnings .
Happy Spring !
The light arriving earlier now and lingering longer . Renewing , refreshing and inviting new inspirations for change .
Stellar Jay’s appear with their eye catching brilliant blue and the song birds delicate sounds float through the air .
A breezy chill in a symphony of sunlight both playful and hopeful eases the day into evening and a happy rest .
It was unexpected . As I walked along a well loved , urban path around a lake I paused . Delicate looking leaves sitting atop the water and the tree above reflected in a beautiful blue . The rich , inspiring colors and shapes all came together in order to create a story . I took a step towards the edge of the water and just slightly removed from the passerby’s . And for a moment was like a magical haven .
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 .
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 .
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 .
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 .
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 .
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 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 .
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