The comfort of silence may be a very loving space . Beyond the fear , beyond the doubts it will slowly welcome you and ease away the burdens of commotion on the run . It becomes like the stillness offered by a winter’s snow . A bit worrisome at first and then as you surrender to it’s beauty , it’s quietness your muscles begin to relax . Thoughts are calm and the desire to be cozy with our mind , body and spirit as one is welcome and , perhaps , a relief .
What do you hear in the quiet ? In the silence ? Do you hear your dreams and remember what love means ?
Going into the silence is it’s own reward . A freedom as well as an exploration . One and the same . The cage is fear and we easily build our cages out of noise . The fear of hearing our longings and of recognizing wounds placed upon us by others . We must love our wounds in order to free them and we only hear them in the silence . I am learning to love the silence as it guides me to learning to love myself .
Ease into a dream . A dream of your creation where the serendipitous moments flow and wisdom rises to the surface after looking at the stars . It is a beautiful inward journey with layer upon layer of love and restlessness , forgiveness and expansiveness .
Move through a dream where limits , like a cage , are dissolved by the mind and where freedom is forever present in each beat of the heart .
The dream , pure in it’s simplicity , and with out boundaries to war over is releasing you from anguish . Imagine the single deep breath that brings you into life . It sets you free again and again .
The comfort and courage of dreaming the wild road into being will sing your heart into freedom .
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 .
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 .
The warmth of gathering oneself and welcoming a quiet rest and all the while a piece of my spirit roams free . Moving along and suddenly the beloved moon catches hold of me . A magnetic attraction and a timeless song to the soul bringing one home .
The moon calls to a place of infinite wisdom and I off I go to the water’s edge again and again . It both soothes and ignites restlessness . The power of creation waiting for it’s moment to be born and looking to the moon for release and recognition . It befriends your mysteries and holds them dear .
The light that is sought will be found in the soothing , quiet of the dark .
Breathe away the lingering notions of tulmultuous waves standing in the way . Standing at the edge of beautiful , wild dreams with eyes carrying deep visions from the past and a freshness, like new love , for the present . And when the colors change in sky and the formations of the trees alter their growth go with the winds the changes are sensed even before they are seen .
Breathe in the sight of stars and the knowing of their far off life traveling through space to just barely touch ours . And when a delicate , precious sunrise arrives perhaps we might choose a few moments to feel the presence of the earth beneath our bare feet on the grass or the sand or the dirt .
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 .
The quietness in the night soothes the restlessness at times . It calls to the thoughts not usually heard in the day . Their significance finds a voice and a chance to be lived . One such night awake thinking that I was alone I heard a sound . It was deep and a bit rhythmic . Unaccustomed to this sound and , for that matter , of thinking of owls being near by I was questioning my own ears . Nope , It really was an Owl . My heart began beating a little faster with delight . It was also a comfort . Suddenly I had a middle of the night friend sharing the stillness and darkness . I began wondering which tree had been chosen for perching . I began imagining paintings of Owls that I might create . I began feeling quite comforted by this owl .
His calls in night carried on for a few weeks . I looked forward to them . And when they stopped …just as suddenly as they began I said a bittersweet goodbye and thanked life for the unexpected treasures that it brings . Every now and again I awake up in the night and listen for the owl that might have returned .