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 .
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 . 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 .
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 ?”
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 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 .
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 .
On the very day that we laid to rest one of our greatest human rights leaders of our time this :
I am a mom to a compassionate , intelligent young woman . Her kind and giving heart stands up for injustices against those with less privilege . People that suffer because of having less privileges and opportunities simply because of the color of their skin . I am of the same heart and mind as my daughter . Since early in my youth I have felt the call to stand up for human rights , protesting peacefully , writing letters to legislators , volunteering and …listening . And today my daughter faced the ugliness of hatred because of her values and principles . She has Black Lives Matter written on the back window of her car . She has other pro human rights sentiments on her window as well .
Today , of all days , someone chose to threaten her life because of it . A man chose to follow her off of a freeway exit , he sped up along side of her and turned his vehicle inwards towards her car as if to ram her and to force her off of the road . A life threatening action that could have been catastrophe with irreversible results . And all because he did not like her opinions . He violently opposed her values . His risked her life as well the lives of others by his actions .
Here we are America . Threatening each other over human rights . Over what it means to be considered a human being . Wiling to end another persons life because she or he stands up for social justice . It’s time to give birth to a new USA .
The process is painful . My hope is that what is taking place now with the violence against peaceful protests and individuals is like the birthing process . It is a struggle . It is painful and it is violent . And at the other side of it a more just , equitable and compassionate country .
The people fighting against the changes have caught the disease of hatred and fear . Desperation has taken hold of them . They are entangled within their own chains . How might we set them free from the hate ?
In the darkness of such hate we must be the light . Carry a peaceful heart and in the words of Mr.Lewis ” make good trouble ” .
How does the adventurer’s soul and spontaneous spirit strive to survive now ? Wings feeling clipped . The physical freedom to roam that used to bring the spontaneous wanderings of the mind and soul now halted . How to replenish and refresh perspectives while staring at the same walls ?
There is a requirement for rest in order to turn around the stress and yet ….the mind is thinking , thinking , thinking . “What’s next ?”
Longing for the days of preparing for a trip . Being ready for the airport or a long road trip . The joy , the excitement of embracing the unknown as much as the known . Feeling safe in the idea that any detours or unforeseen threats would be visible and therefore manageable on any trip . Now it’s invisible and could threaten your life .
The aloneness of solitary travels can set you on course for recognizing love in the connections to all life forces . It can teach you who you are and return you to the precious threads of human connection .
When you step off of an airplane onto unfamiliar ground are you calmed by the new? And excited to begin anew ?
Oh Dear World , I miss you now during Covid 19 . The images on a screen bring little solace because I know you all are struggling too . Our sight will surely be altered by this time of loss and distress . It is an opportunity beyond the anguish .
Will we rise ?
blchapman 