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 .
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 .
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 .
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 .
In my mind , heart and soul my joy comes alive in the adventures of travel as well as amongst the quietness of trees . Adventure is adventure . And exploration is invigorating wether with satchels or suitcases or a walking stick or airplane .
How many times have I felt a deep and instant comfort in traveling ? More often than i can recall . It is the home within myself that rises to the surface during an adventure . An outer exploration becomes an inner connection .
And sometimes when it is time to say farewell to the spontaneity and the fun of the unknown my spirit may feel heavy …for a bit and also renewed .
Until I am again near the loving souls that I can’t imagine life without ,and are also home in my heart , my spirit dances with new sight . The limitless and deep connections to all life are always beckoning .
The word travel seems too small to convey the true unfolding of what occurs if you choose it . I choose to step into the adventure and to dance with it . And finding rest in the quietness of love and contemplation amongst the trees and in the sky and roaring ocean waves . i am alive .
Let me be here . If not in physical form then in form then in spirit and in heart .
Warm golden glow spreading it’s comfort . And perceptible sounds of flowing streams ,
like nature’s hymns , sharing life .
Long walks in summer dreams with flagrant blossoms wafting through the air . Rhythms ease into each day flowing into sunshine filled moments and just as easily into shade .
Cooling breezes and dancing stars in the sky , playful leaps and bright pinks , bring twinkling joy to the eyes .
Gently lay down your head , breathe slow , feeling life’s embrace .
To be in peace and joy , to fulfill a purpose known or unknown . To deepen my
understanding thereby strengthening connection to all of life . To explore ideas,
actions, states of being and to simply be . To simply breathe and sense the miracle that
is all around and the threads that are me running through it all blending or bumpy
…there is both freedom and anchors in the joys and sorrows . Looking to be beyond
the stars as well as meadows sprinkled with blooms and to delight and roar in oceans
near and far .
Bold and wild when the waves become harsh with injustices and dancing delicately with dreams of harmony .
Every beat of the heart creates a story . Born either from perceptions or the beautiful truth of your soul .
Weaving a way into and through our shared vulnerabilities and moments of courage just the other side of fear .
Rhythms change with each day bringing us to new ways .
Close to home water flows , slightly risen above the surface and yet reaches deeply
into one’s soul .
Sounds , eyes closed , of timelessness and possibility .
Light , eyes open , both playful and solemn .
Observance may become storytelling and a meditation with nature a poem as a guide .
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