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 .
It seems to be time to let go . The barriers built so silently in a moment here and years stretching out there . The heart seeks it’s freedom and it is in the willingness to be seen and felt that the freedom lives .
In the tears that didn’t get hugged away in healing will come a new breath . Vulnerability worn with honor and fearlessness in acceptance of the imperfect spirit learning this dance .
Leap , rest , twirl , rest . Always bringing love into the dance .
Glance towards the sky and allow the anchors of the day to slip away . Is the sun gently warming your face ? Or perhaps wind is blowing , churning up the earth beneath your feet . Once when visiting a beautiful Island I walked into the warm ocean waters and began gliding against the incoming waves . Feeling the strength of my muscles , the power of the ocean and the seemingly infinite horizon before me , I was free .
Is my mind free ? Is yours ? Do we create barriers to our creativity and to our willingness to be kind ? To be generous ?
The silly needs space to be free . It is a way of healing old , emotional wounds . A way of releasing the weight of needless burdens . It is a way of opening the path to spontaneity and that is where limitless thinking is born .
Self imposed barriers …where are they born ? From the fears of adults that we were your caregivers when you were young ? The teachers that intimidated you in school ? From the people that told you that your ideas were foolish ?
Free to choose the direction , free from the past and free from tomorrow . Where the heart yearns to go is where I must follow .
Hearing the forest within my heart while a wild rabbit darts out in front of me . Pausing for less than a moment as do my thoughts and then the wonderings and wandering begin again .
A witness to the magnificence and also a participant . Remembering to breath deeply, as deeply, as the thoughts in my mind yearn to go into the Soul . Always free to soar in my Soul and dance with spirit amongst the trees and the sky . The sky that we mirror getting us churned or sent peacefully into a lullaby . Dear , sweet sky .
Wings unfurled and opened wide and soaring into the sky and such a sight for these eyes . In my minds eye I fly with alongside you and feel the sky .
Very deliberately the handle was turned and the door was about to be opened . Would there be a view on the other side , perhaps , of an ocean , sparkling blue in the brightest sunshine ? Or might it be the sight of couples dancing ? Twirling seductively and exuberantly moving their feet in rhythms that celebrate every breath .
Once the door is opened will the sight to behold be of a majestic mountain with rugged , snow covered peaks ? Standing in their strength and proclaiming their longevity they entice the imaginations of passers by . Or will the view be a blackened sky revealing hints of it’s treasures in the twinkling lights we call stars ?
Leave the door open , at least a crack or more , so that the treasures may find you .
Quiet courage and comfort amongst the trees and when in need go to them and breathe . They hold your ancestors stories and in this life will nourish yours .
A light touch of my hand against the ancient strength of the trees and in the stillness of the moment I can see . I can see with my heart and know what it is to be free .
There is a flow in the wisdom of the trees and a power misunderstood by men . When standing amongst the trees , deep breath in , close yours eyes and feel . Feel a rhythm of life that is sacred …oh so dear .
It does not discriminate or hate . It calls for you to come and be the courageous one . The comfort of the trees is longstanding and free . In the quiet of the trees is where you will know what is real .