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Going into the Silence

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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

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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 .

Dance

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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 .

 

 

Freeeeeeeee

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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 . 

Restful Mystery

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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  .  

Star to Star …

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Draw a vision from star  to star to star and from to tree to tree to tree

And be .

Early morning darkness delivers promises

of expectancy an dreams coming awake and kindness from unknown places .

The sorrows that live in your breath as joys come to knock and welcoming  a flutter of

Love in your heart and suddenly there is a moment where you

are free .

Breathe Away the Waves

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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 .

Breathe  out with love , Breathe in the love .

‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″

Hearing the Forest

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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 . 

Open Door

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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 Owl in the Night

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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 .