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 .
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 .
Many times it is the sleeping giants that are the ones that save us from ourselves . The quiet voice in the threads of our longest relationships that illuminate our courage and compassion as well as the deepest fears that cause us to push love away .
Forgiveness sleeps and waits to be called . Always ready to bring comfort and to light the dimness in the hall . Many times it is the first in line and can free you from yourself .
Compassion flows like blood through the heart where there are no blocks . Otherwise it gets stuck and hardens the heart . Something so strong can be so fragile and damage may set in while we sleep .
Willingness to know beyond our own private gate and invite the world to show us other ways free from hate .
These are a few of our sleeping giants and I say ” Let them awaken ! ”
Quiet courage and comfort amongst the trees and when in need go to them and breathe . They hold your ancestors stories and in this life will nourish yours .
A light touch of my hand against the ancient strength of the trees and in the stillness of the moment I can see . I can see with my heart and know what it is to be free .
There is a flow in the wisdom of the trees and a power misunderstood by men . When standing amongst the trees , deep breath in , close yours eyes and feel . Feel a rhythm of life that is sacred …oh so dear .
It does not discriminate or hate . It calls for you to come and be the courageous one . The comfort of the trees is longstanding and free . In the quiet of the trees is where you will know what is real .
In the eyes there is something and when I pause inside of a look we are lightly intertwined . In a moment a stranger might become recognizable as friend since we shared woes and laughter and isn’t that beautiful ?
In a moment I’ve become lightly intertwined in the music that calls to a place in the past and in the dreams of what is yet be realized . Is it inside of an airport cafe with fellow travelers whose thoughts are , for a moment , removed from the hurrying and weary mind ? Lightly intertwined long enough to feel the others humanity .
Alone on the edge of the shore , water creating a dance, and summoning an internal hymn to be sung to nature . Surrendering to the rhythms of the waves so that I may be lightly intertwined .
And it is within each breath and heartbeat that we are all lightly intertwined .
To She , or , he that has an internal war raging having started long ago …may I offer you a chance to put down the sword . To know that you are enough and you need not fight for every step . Allowing a natural flow won’t weaken you strength . Leaving some of the old paradigms to become dust and accepting a new view could be sweet , could be kind and then begin anew .