Awake before the light begins to arise and the spirit is untouched by the world’s woes . The joyousness of innocence dances lightly within the heart and the mind protects these cherished moments . Light reflected through the window and it’s warmth a reminder of the freedom alive in the mind . The quietness and the subtlety of a moment holds within it the miracles of eternity .
The days , mostly , filled with doing and moving . Prioritizing and producing . And so I come to the water’s edge to be still . To witness . To feel my heart being soothed and to know that the wild part has a place too .
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 .