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 .
The lie of victimhood having emboldened frustration tries to justify death . Each sacred breath divvied up into worthy or expendable …what’s next ?
It’s time to remind that free speech is responsibility . Not a weapon for one’s own use .
We are limitless in what and how we create and those that choose actions grounded in truth , integrity and compassion lead the way for longevity for the human race .
Experiences hold a key to changing perceptions and when ….that’s not on the table
where do we go from here ?
The soul of humanity is being fully explored . It’s light and it’s darkness are rising to the surface . Meeting face to face and discerning it’s direction .
When the dark comes knocking then it’s time to look and time to rise .
Time to make changes with fearlessness .
Walking along the shoreline away from the light .
It had been hidden from sight .
Slowly pausing , my feet upon he sand , I turned around to see the beautiful shifting
in the sky .
The water calm and shimmering and the clouds giving way to the sun’s light
like a delicate dance heading into the night .
The water invites one’s woes to be carried away ,
as it lightens the spirit and frees ancient aches so that they soar into the heavens .
Relentless rains and their density are something to beware . Their heaviness can be
dreamt away .
The ocean waves and river’s flow tell their stories to our souls . They speak a language
recognizable to our hearts and invite a dance from the depths of our breath into
sacredness .
I surrender to the passions and longing of the creative processes planted in my spirit . The seeds planted long ago before I knew myself and before I knew the freedom of surrender .
She calls to me at all hours and asks only that I listen . And when I listen I am moved to create and to give and to explore . Step outside of what you’ve grown accustomed to and outside of judgment placed upon you and travel inside the the infinite spaces of your heart .
See the stars and bright lights of planets set into motion before you were a whisper …or were you a whisper in the life of a star and now here you are .
The beauty in your kindness echoes throughout the ages and the love that flows freely from your heart is felt throughout the world beyond any measurement known to man .
‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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