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A Red Robin on the Path …..

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The winds picked up  strength  and caused the window panes to rattle fiercely  .  A shiver ran up

her spine  as a small gasp escaped from in between her lips .  This morning’s outing was

seeming to evolve into a challenge  .  The tea was ready and  she cliched the cup  ,  mellowing

with the  warmth , feeling soothed and her spirit  revived  .  ” I could loose myself in a day such

as this one ”  she said aloud absentmindedly  .

Can you loose yourself in the wanderings  of the heart ? Or is that exactly when

you find yourself ?       Now back to our story ….

Glancing down the hall she caught sight of her fine , woolen scarf .  A deep purple , soft and

with a  delicate weave of subtle earth tones interspersed .  Perfect for today’s outing .

The enthusiasm  for the new day was ignited in her spirit by her love of the unknown alongside

the comforts of home .  “Snap to it ! ” she thought . Time to get ready or this day will be gone !

…….to be continued

 

 

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…continued

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As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .

Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later  a  bit of rustling amongst the trees

outside  had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language  all  of

their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against  them ? ”  Slowly her head  turned towards the

kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees .  Suddenly …

A  powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up .   Startled , just a bit , she turned her

attention towards the kettle .  Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down

and just then the steam set off the whistle .

Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm  .

 

To be continued ….

 

With Out a Promise

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The heart still sings  ,

The mind continues to  seek

with out a promise of a warm bed .

And the lovingly prepared  meal is missing

while the presence  of the feeling of a heaven is absent …

And still the Soul grows with  faith and with the song of laughter .

 

 

The Rawness and The Love

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The rawness exposed rising up from my soul .

Shuddering in it’s innocence and slightly sweet in it’s song .

Dares to be a melody and not a lullaby .

And a glimpse of raggedy edges does not frighten  me .

They have been seen before .

The longing for smoothness may appear along with gentleness in your glimpses  .

There is nothing to fear .

In a moment , when a breeze becomes more , I choose to run along beside it .

Almost wanting to close my eyes  and only to feel …

the delight and the laughter

and then I am free .

When the Spirit is Free

 

 

The Constricted Heart

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When kindness is freed from it’s holding space ,  the mind opens up and  the muscles relax . We may even  become light enough to step into a dance .  A dance of sensing possibilities.  While the harshness fades  clarity  comes . It falls quietly away .  O do  we remember  how to choose to BE ?

The constricted  heart is in pain , you see .  It really only wants to be set free .  The anger planted there is a poison and it kills .  There is no pretty way around  it .  It is what it does and there is no more to be seen and said  .  Forgive those that trespass  against you .

Is that lesson still unlearned and not lived amongst us ?  Dare it be so .

Mon Coeur

 

Seeking Wings

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They were  mine once  ,

in a dream …or was it  in  that other lifetime ?

The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings .

The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting  my soul

soothes me into sweet release .

It is a different sort of freedom not quite familiar in this earthly life .

Elegantly and delicately  they open after rest

and seek to stretch .

A few feathers may fall away here or there and , truly , are intended gifts .

Movement  designed to flow

and a dance leading the heavens  to free the heart .

Seeking wings in the sky

and I don’t don’t why .

Since I have rediscovered  them right by my side .

‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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Sleep Walking

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A delight to be fully awake  and a fright to see  the sleep walking  surrounding the brilliant lights.

“Don’t startle them awake ” I say  .  Then I wonder why .

Clear sight into wisdom and willingness to question ideas  with ideals will , surely , free  even the darkest among us .

A twirl within a dance may welcome a smile  but just as simply invite a tear to the eye  .

Dancing creating new life in the heart intensifying the vibrant  songs  in the light  of your sight .

Gently quiet …a slight hush sweeping slowly over the dreams in your wakefulness  .

I live to hear those dreams .  I love to know  the life in their mysteries   .