In the deep quiet of the night there used to live an endless invitation to set your spirit to soaring . A time set aside for discovery and an opportunity to break the boldest or the most mysterious bonds holding onto you .
Now in the dead of the night are the children . Children that did not ask for this life . Children being criminalized simply for being alive . Children being whisked through airports like some strange secret , like a lie .
The wailing , the visceral sounds of the wailing of the innocent babes and their Mamas being torn apart will follow these men in charge to their graves . They don’t know it yet . But it will . Haunting a spirit for evermore will be the suffering caused by the deeds of men with no heart and no soul .
Beating heart Be awakened and fully rise in your integrity . Beating my chest like the Gorilla behind the bars in the Zoo’s engineered habitat . Courage comes alive in the pulsing flow of your blood once you hear the cries of harmful tragedies by design . When integrity lies still and turns away from humanity is when humanity is no more . And when integrity opens it’s eyes to see that is when life becomes compassion which is blind to the differences between you and me .
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 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 .