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Untether My Spirit

In leaps  and with great  ease when the heart leads .  Struggle becomes delight and light fills the

cracks of the bits that seemed broken .  A smile slowly begins to open and widen across a

beautiful face . Even in a dim light the eyes are seen and are dancing .  A moment of whimsy

opens the way for a life  of cherishing  joy .

Leaving space for silence and saying yes to thoughts that are unknown,

and before you know it the bridge has been crossed and you are on the other side .  It’s how

to find out who you are .

Dear friend  ,  delight in those leaps and see beyond . .

 

The Red Robin on the Path ….continued

Startled and also anticipating  a  walk  with  some adventure in it ,  her thoughts turned to  the

stone that had hit the window .  It had reminded her that the stillness inside was a temporary

state and that the wildness of nature has much say on any given day .

She liked feeling close to the trees and to the sky .  And to the elements  has they came …

and then went .   She  once mentioned this to a stranger some years ago and  he merely  looked

at her with nothing much to say .  A pity she thought since it could have been a delightful

conversation .

“oops” there I go again she thought ,  wandering in my thoughts .   This day won’t last forever  …

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…continued

As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .

Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later  a  bit of rustling amongst the trees

outside  had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language  all  of

their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against  them ? ”  Slowly her head  turned towards the

kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees .  Suddenly …

A  powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up .   Startled , just a bit , she turned her

attention towards the kettle .  Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down

and just then the steam set off the whistle .

Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm  .

 

To be continued ….

 

The Rawness and The Love

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

 

 

The Constricted Heart

When kindness is freed from it’s holding space ,  the mind opens up and  the muscles relax . We may even  become light enough to step into a dance .  A dance of sensing possibilities.  While the harshness fades  clarity  comes . It falls quietly away .  O do  we remember  how to choose to BE ?

The constricted  heart is in pain , you see .  It really only wants to be set free .  The anger planted there is a poison and it kills .  There is no pretty way around  it .  It is what it does and there is no more to be seen and said  .  Forgive those that trespass  against you .

Is that lesson still unlearned and not lived amongst us ?  Dare it be so .

Mon Coeur

 

Seeking Wings

They were  mine once  ,

in a dream …or was it  in  that other lifetime ?

The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings .

The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting  my soul

soothes me into sweet release .

It is a different sort of freedom not quite familiar in this earthly life .

Elegantly and delicately  they open after rest

and seek to stretch .

A few feathers may fall away here or there and , truly , are intended gifts .

Movement  designed to flow

and a dance leading the heavens  to free the heart .

Seeking wings in the sky

and I don’t don’t why .

Since I have rediscovered  them right by my side .

‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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