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Circumstances

A dance with changing circumstances ,

a drain or a lift ? A reestablishment of sense of self and finding one’s footing once

again.

Not for the faint of heart yet as we move through that which we fear in time it

is transformed into the familiar .

A dance with identity perceived by the inner self and interpretations of how we think

the world views us .

It’s the perceptions that we hold onto with fierceness can cause the most discomfort .

Is it habit or real ? If it is habit that doesn’t make it any less real .

Dancing through circumstances may feel more like trudging through mud in moments

of fear …all it takes is one moment and then you feel like your home and the comfort is

real .

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 .

The Quietness of a Snow Day

Awakened even earlier than my usual four o’clock in the morning . There’s something about the quietness of falling snow and the darkness of the night being held by a magical , soothing light of falling white flakes . Cozy inside and watching the delicate snow is both soothing and exciting .

It brings forward the happy memories of being a child and waking up in the night to a blanket of snow covering the streets . A bit of moon light shining across the white making it practically sparkle and crisp , cold air against my face was invigorating . I would open a small window and stick my head to feel the snow and try to catch a snowflake on my tongue .

It always felt magical especially in the middle of the night . I loved way it gave our busyness a break . it would ask , if not demand , that we slow down . To break free of our routine and to experience life a bit differently .

The joy of a snow day remains in my heart and waits each year to be re awakened .

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 .

Space for New Dreams

The light is delicate tonight and the breezes cool. Someone not too far away is

listening to a soprano singing opera . The sounds drift faintly in the air as I watch the

evening light dance with with shadows before calling it a night .

It’s the sort of peaceful , summer night that soothes the soul and invites a restorative

rest .

New dreams are given space to arrive in the subtle , warm glow of the setting sun .