Breathe away the lingering notions of tulmultuous waves standing in the way . Standing at the edge of beautiful , wild dreams with eyes carrying deep visions from the past and a freshness, like new love , for the present . And when the colors change in sky and the formations of the trees alter their growth go with the winds the changes are sensed even before they are seen .
Breathe in the sight of stars and the knowing of their far off life traveling through space to just barely touch ours . And when a delicate , precious sunrise arrives perhaps we might choose a few moments to feel the presence of the earth beneath our bare feet on the grass or the sand or the dirt .
The darkness was partially lifted by the falling snow . At 10 pm it was lightly landing and barely leaving a trace . By midnight it had become , more than , likely that I would surrender to it’s pull.
The falling drops were filling the sky now and blanketing the ground . I felt called to become a part it .
The desire to be enveloped by the quiet, soft world of Winter called to a place deep inside of me. The knowing that the cold could bring a chill was no deterrent . I trusted that the warmth of the beauty and purity would warm me . It was Midnight now .
The glow of the moon and the delicate , white drops filling the sky were completely irresistible now . I felt my heart quicken as I put on my warm , wool coat and gloves . Feeling as if it might all disappear if i were not quick enough . Eager to offer my appreciation I went , Practically racing , to the front door then pausing. For such a moment commands a pause. Then flinging it wide open savoring the first wave of cold air to touch my face .
It was a lovely tingling awakening all of my senses . Exhilaration and anticipation brought a release of girlish laughter . Ahhh , the crisp , clean , cold air . Seeing my breath escaping into the night while the cold continued to pinch my cheeks . Giddiness and peace in one place .
Turning my face towards the heavens , eyes closed , feeling each drop of snow as it lands on my skin and just, as quickly , disappearing again into the warmth . When I opened my eyes again I was comforted my sights on the moon .
Is courage required to be still and at ease with oneself ? During those times when all our lives is in place as we planned it’s easy . When violent twists and turns appear the loving stillness can be both inside and outside . When the outer comforts of love are seemingly out of reach then the inner sanctuary of love must prevail and in that lives the peace .
Each step taken on the Pilgrim’s path brought me closer to the peaceful place that dwells deep beneath the surface of daily distractions.
Each step was like a meditation that opened a door to a deeper, more intimate connection to the energy of my soul.
It enhanced and strengthened both the seen and unseen threads of connection to all life. It was an unexpected gift from this ” stillness in motion” .
And It was my mother’s end of life passage that initially reacquainted me with the inner quiet that can be found within motion. Each step of her journey brought her closer to quietude. I could see on her face, and in her eyes , that she had entered a part of herself that was still and yet flowing onward like a river. Peaceful in a way that, I imagine, comes from the pureness of trust and love, with out boundaries, without expectations. It was thanks to her that I received a glimpse of the peace residing in my own heart and felt the freedom that comes from acceptance. This was the first of many unexpected gifts.