When I take pause in silence I can hear life . The magnificence of life in the quiet frees my mind and soothes all my senses . It’s gentleness is powerful and nearly palpable .
The trees private poems to each other are almost heard in whispers . And the gracious flow and rhythms of the natural world come together and then move apart in a beautiful dance .
When I remember the silence it welcomes me . Revealing the calm , the truth and the peace in life .
Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge . The coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach . It was a day that could have been early spring or fall . The light from the sun was diffused by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .
I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit . It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it . Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .
It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide , out in the water . Looking more intently I reared that it wasn’t just any bird but rather an Eagle . I remained for a bit longer . I began hoping that I’d get to witness his flight and just as I stood up to go this wonderful bird took flight from his perch .
He soared with such grace and beauty . I stood watching , taking it in , and whispering ” thank you .”
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 .
A sense of fury in the air leads me to wonder if thunder is on the way . walking along the road , listening to the crackling of twigs and pebbles and leaves underfoot . Sounds entering my thoughts becoming a part of the flow . A deep breath in . The air is cool and heavy with moisture . Turning my head slowly about as I release my breath back out into life .
What unexpected treasure will this walk provide today ? There’s always something . Always a little something revealing itself to me . Will it come from the outside or the inside ? A moment of understanding the threads of thoughts and actions or of intuition knowing when the need for quiet will reap the greatest rewards . Adding a little skip into my step and it’s clear. .There’s no need to know ahead of time where it will come from . That’s the beauty inside the mystery . And the mystery reveals what you need to know in your heart when it’s right .
The beauty of this wild road …is your discovery .
The Mysteries of the forest began opening up . revealing marvelous bits of life . Beautiful ,
winged creatures flying between the trees while vibrantly decorated butterflies danced amongst
the sleeping rocks . The songs of the forest coming together like a chorus .
As she walked her awareness of the unique harmony of forest life expanded
and felt it as an invitation to delve deeper into understanding herself as well . oooh just then…
she caught a glimpse of a Red Robin on the path .
The rawness exposed rising up from my soul .
Shuddering in it’s innocence and slightly sweet in it’s song .
Dares to be a melody and not a lullaby .
And a glimpse of raggedy edges does not frighten me .
They have been seen before .
The longing for smoothness may appear along with gentleness in your glimpses .
There is nothing to fear .
In a moment , when a breeze becomes more , I choose to run along beside it .
Almost wanting to close my eyes and only to feel …
the delight and the laughter
and then I am free .
When the Spirit is Free
