Joyous hand holding in a dream or was it you ? When you were there , you weren’t there .
And I loved you still . Lessons for hearing my heart and soaring free …and to believe .
It’s up to me .
Dancing thoughts anchored by the presence of you now twirling freely
and
leaping into adventures of this world and into ancient threads of humanity .
The power of release in a heartbeat and tender moments will never die . 
Immersed within your power , swept up by it’s swirling energy of love and wishes , anguish and courage . It’s ending transforms the spirit . The moments that we are given …to build upon our wisdom and enrich our hearts with spiritual freedom .
do we bring them into action or observation ? Or both ? Do we welcome them into our hearts to live ? Or are they pushed into places of dispute and into corners to grow cobwebs and carried like a weight ?
These moments given to us as magnificent beauties slip away quietly . And a precious few grab hold and let them be sweet . The others will appear when it’s required . So thank you dear moment . You are dear. 
It lends itself your fears .
Deeper still a light shines through and forgives the tears .
Yearning to know compassion ,
learning to know …
Is this freedom ?
When the Spirit is Free
It was a dream imagined long before the first step ever happened . The places and their specifics were not yet in my sights but somehow I knew that I would be going on this exploration . A marvelous mystery was showing itself in parts and leading to an adventure .
Delighted by the unknown in front of me and , in moments of questioning , I recognized the choice . Give my questions to trust and be on the way or feed them , turning them into fear . I chose trust and was rewarded greatly .
A magnificent adventure unfolded and lives in my heart still . It reminds me again and again of the beauty in the unknown and of the delicate language of the trees . A peaceful visitor can witness the rhythms of the sun shining through the branches and leaves and dancing on the forest floor while the birds follow the visitor’s movements with songs .
In a moment here and there I felt as though I as feeling the footsteps of the Souls that had gone before me . As if I were walking with them and they with me .
The combined solitude and camaraderie amongst the fellow pilgrims reached a place so deep that it continues to teach me and comfort me so many years later . 
It began with meeting you in unexpected places . My heart rising to the surface and bits of my soul exposing it’s weaves of color and textures gathered through the ages . Questions and acceptance , not always in that order , came with each breath . And each breath has a purpose.
Deep breath in so as to welcome the sights of love which sometimes masquerades as rebellion . Deep breath out so as to give delight alive in courage . Have you stood in the silence of your breathing and listened ?
It was you along offering comfort through inspiration . Offering warmth in moments of fear and gentle nudges toward exploration of a beautiful , wild road . 
The murmurings are there , ever sweet and dear . They are there . The challenge to know oneself better than any other is truly what the world has asked of you . You may choose to make a fancy flight of getting away or a plain ‘ole barn to stash away , but the light that is you will find it’s way . It will find it’s way out and into the world .
There is wisdom in those shadows that you shy away from . wisdom so dear it will take your breath away . Give pause and listen to the splendid quietness and you will hear the wisdom in the shadows .
‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″
In my heart I travel and explore the old along side the new . The wealth of it all is astounding .
The raucous eruptions of laughter that come back to life and the timid moments of tears
being shed that remind us of our own tenderness . I travel to and through these places in the
heart . They allow me to soar and then ….to sleep . They invite examination and then release
me to just be ….in the moment you see. The heart tells it’s own time and can’t be forced . It’s
comfort is never ending just when you think it’s not .
And goes that raucous laughter …again and more travels in the heart still to come .
