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 .
The spring has come and knowing little of our human fright it sings . It beckons . It dances with delight . It must sense it’s new found freedom . I wonder . Does nature now feel it’s man made noose loosened ? The song birds sing more sweetly and the trees less tense . The quietness so soothing for life to be able to breathe again that is for all one but one .
The sadness presses against the quiet . Love and the fragility of human life are in each moment now . The breathtaking moments of courage and compassion rise and in-between is cherished laughter to lighten our hearts and carry us on .
The songs of Mother nature are freely sung now and her wild animals live with less fear . The people that were trampling upon the sacredness of life are the ones seeking to return to what is gone . To fight the flow of change is to create your own despair . And that heaviness hangs in the air .
The rustlings of the trees and the currents of the oceans shake me free from the weightiness of false designs . Turn into the heart and release her songs into all of life and the freedom of knowingness will carry you onward .
The weightiness of living with lists and must do and need to and then ….. pause . A beautifully quiet moment slips into place and envelopes your heart . A smile born from the timelessness of spirit breathes new life into a vision so joyous and free that it can dance with trees and then twirl amongst the stars .
The call of a bluebird is heard before it is seen and swoops out of a tree and flies overhead flashing it’s brilliant blue . I can see it another tree now and I gently move closer just to see . It is a beautiful vision on a cold , grey day and it’s as if it came say ” The beauty of life is always here in each breath and pause . It’s only you that goes away some days . ”
In the wild , amid ancient trees holding stories of the magic and of the tragedy of life , is a stillness . A beautiful , deep stillness . It is where the wisdom from ancestors may surface . It is where forgotten dreams come to to visit and where the knowing of love , pure and free from ego , expands into it’s gentle power of eternity .
In the wild , amid the star filled sky , cares of tomorrow float up and away making space for a peaceful heart and sweet sleep . The moments are alive and true . Uncomplicated and wondrous , they are alive travel through time , offering songs that only a soul may hear .
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 .