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 .
The crest of a mountain becomes visible and anticipation grows in my heart . Each time there is a subtle building up of excitement and alone , or not , I can’t help but smile a little . Or maybe a lot .
My gaze is pulled towards the sky and then to overview of the landscape ahead . Thrilling my senses and awakening inspiration in my thoughts . Opening my arms as if that singular , simple act will welcome new adventures into life . Welcoming , inviting and daring the forces of my soul to come forward .
When i loosen the hold on the mirror in my hand it’s easy notice the heart muscle relax . The stories in the image that I see could change when they are set free . Those stories ask me for freedom from time to time and I consider it for a bit . And then it’s time to explore .
There is delicious laughter to be had and it’s free though sometimes there needs to be a reminder to seek it out . Then , of course , is the courage . It’s magnificence can go unnoticed if you can imagine . It’s so dear and sometimes life changing . You may only notice it’s friend known as fear but courage often slips in quietly and opens a door . And there is freedom .
Heartbreak has it’s own odd rewards . It might bring you to yourself and it might twist and turn you until you know that you can set it free . Tears create comfort in their release freeing you heal nearly unknowable woes .
When you clearly there is love and know it as a true companion you are free .
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.
The wild so real it’s beautiful . It runs so deep that all the thorns have fallen away and turned into dust . As it opens up , stretching ever wider , it’s magnificence will envelop your heart . There may be a song to ignite the stirrings or a lullaby to soothe the spirit’s lonely wanderings .
There is joy in the beautiful , wild road . It seeks for you all the while that you sleep . And it holds your heart so dear that the comfort that you feel becomes real . Feel the lightness in the touch of the stars when they dance in your eyes . It’s an invitation to twirl with all of your heart.
The beautiful , wild road will show you the magnificence that is you .