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Brave New World

It was , somewhere , within our inner knowing that this so called man trump would wreak havoc upon on us . Upon our democratic rule of law and attempt unethical deals with our adversaries but THIS ?

It made me heartsick . I am , for the first time , feeling a deep disgust and an unwillingness to forgive those that chose this .

I cheer with all of my heart , mind and soul for the new European alliance . I wish to join them . The love for humanity , the integrity and strength of character as well as actions is inspired . It is filled with possibility . And it is filled with courage . All so lacking in the american president and his coconspirators .

I stand with Europe . I stand for freedom . And I stand with the rule of law .

The fireworks Tonight

The light returns and we rejoice in dreams of a new beginning .

A new year about to begin and we might reflect upon what’s gone by …

or dive in deeply into hopes for what we will create in the coming days .

Dancing into joy , lightly moving through quietness of the unspoken desires

and welcoming the healing of laughter that is sparked in spontaneity .

Delight rises up from within the heart , sometimes catching us by surprise . It is a delight .

Twirl , look up , imagine ….embrace love . Live generously and the world expands . Unfolding unceasingly .

We don’t know what we don’t know so let go and live in joyous generosity .

Happy New Year !

love

Barbara L. Chapman

Lyrical

Resting thoughts open the way ,

A heart’s inner song rising in the air.

Like lyrical sounds traveling through time

and each beat of the heart making music somewhere .

A lyrical life is what I seek .

Flowing and delicate then rising in crescendo ,

falling gently into subtle rhythms like a soothing lullaby .

Does a Soul Choose …

A new life arrives . She is given away . Is the first experience of this life one of trauma ? Aside from the one of leaving a safe womb does the separation from her beginnings of life impact her sense of comfort and trust ?

She is born with a trusting heart no matter the circumstances . She loves deeply , so deeply that it surprises even her .

Welcomed into a home , into a family , that wants to be what it is not . There is love . There is love that battles within itself and with it’s own brokenness . Her love , in innocence , rises to the surface in moments of celebration . Like when she awakens first thing every morning , before opening her eyes , then is a joyous smile across her face. Did her soul choose to know the indescribable ache while also choosing to carry a joy filled heart and an ever replenishing trust ? The brokenness of the family integrated more trauma into her original wound and in quietness she finds a healer , herself . Did her soul choose ?

And in her quietness she sometimes dreams of knowing wholeness . Enchanted by the sight of the moon and the stars she finds a sense of rootedness in them . And when she is near water and it’s powerful timelessness then she feels held by the breath of all life past , present and future .

Let Me Be Here

Let me be here . If not in physical form then in form then in spirit and in heart .

Warm golden glow spreading it’s comfort . And perceptible sounds of flowing streams ,

like nature’s hymns , sharing life .

Internal Dialougue

Walking alone on the usual trail near home my heart and mind come together . Steady steps upon the path and remembrances of shared love rise to surface .

And in this very moment a man alone , lying on the ground , near his cart of assorted odd and ends . His life in a cart . A child’s stuffed animal hanging from it almost whimsically , it was endearing . He called out hello . His smile was joyful and somehow carried with it some innocence . I said hello back and walked on . The connection to our shared humanity filled my heart . All of the past encounters with people on the street and all of the moments when a simple kindness was given in a moment of darkness went running through my mind like a movie . A few steps out of my way to give some provisions to a fellow in need and I thought “isn’t it why we are here ?”

Rhythms

Bold and wild when the waves become harsh with injustices and dancing delicately with dreams of harmony .

Every beat of the heart creates a story . Born either from perceptions or the beautiful truth of your soul .

Weaving a way into and through our shared vulnerabilities and moments of courage just the other side of fear .

Rhythms change with each day bringing us to new ways .

The Wild Waves Bring Me Home

Breath

                                                             

The breath of joy sometimes waits …with longing  to be a part of  the breeze .

To dance among the trees and to tickle  the ocean’s surface  it waits .  Creating the dips and

highs for the light to play and play .  And intertwining with sun sending shimmering nuances

here and there.

The breath of sadness , sometimes mindful , might remain in your cells for years  .

Ancient tears may turn up

and hold you like a blanket  all the while asking to be freed .

The breath of freedom … is pure love .  It knows no bounds and soars and floats and glides .

Imagine a translucent  , shimmering and infinite  stream of light moving within and through

all

of life . It is continuous  and generous

unless it is stopped .

Breathe and awaken the light .

A Single Breath Floats Quietly Towards the Heavens

Walking and walking only for the sake of being .  Chains become freedom and whispers become  words . Words that release the power of connection to lifetimes past ,  this moment here and now and of the dreams yet to materialize .

The steps become an expansive mind .  The mind moves away from ego and boundaries between the earth and spirit are moving within each other  easily .  I may become one with it’s flow as mightily  as with you .

And the magnificence  held so dear in a single moment , in a single breath floats quietly towards the heavens .  It is celebrated amongst the stars and with  each beating heart is remembered  .