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Walking Through the Hours

Meandering through a global pandemic as if at any moment a beautiful , wild river will appear and cleanse the world from disease and dis – ease . Imagining the rapids roaring and mighty , surging onward , around twists and turns . The exhilarating force setting the heart free .

Slowly entering each day , it’s beginning unsure , then suddenly going all in . Questioning at least once each day ” do the unmasked notice the masked the way that the masked notice them ?” Life is a flow of change that does not judge and simply is . But in our choices we judge and claim for ourselves superiority .

Walking singularly through the hours there is an enormity of space for observations and for thoughts to wander and grow . Leap frogging from one to another and forming connections in the spaces left open by a global pandemic .

Silence . Remembering the lives that are lost in silence while the sounds of life , given a reprieve from man’s creations , are magnificent and subtle . How much can be heard in a single moment of silence ?

Or perhaps a look towards the night sky and imagining the timelessness of life . It’s beauty lives on through the science and miracle of light . the unknown and the known intertwined in a dance touching stars and planets and human hearts here on earth .

There is peace to be had in a pause and in a single breath . And in reflection as well as in action . Our thoughts , words and deeds live on beyond any single moment . Like imagining the rapids that go on and on .

Traveling in the Heart

In my heart I  travel and explore the old along side the new .  The wealth of it all is astounding .

The raucous eruptions  of laughter  that come back to life  and the timid moments of tears

being shed that remind us  of our own tenderness .  I travel to and through these places  in the

heart . They allow  me to soar  and then ….to sleep .  They invite examination and then release

me to just be ….in the moment you see.  The heart tells it’s own time and can’t be forced .  It’s

comfort is never ending just when you think it’s not .

And goes that raucous laughter …again and more travels in the heart still to come .