A light fog draped among ancient trees and hanging in the air . It’s been several mornings in a row now and it feels like the custom . A bit of mystery and quietness into the start of the day like a mediation from nature as the grey mist lingers in the air .
Subtle hints of longer days and temperatures that are more inviting and even a few optimistic birds singing their morning hymns give way to cautious delight .
Deep , striking hues of color play with grey in the sky as the fog floats away . Dramatic splashes of red and fiery orange dance with light blue and the whiteness of clouds . It inspires dreams as much as rest .
A moment held and telling a story . It speaks not only of this moment of life’s history and evolution . It speaks of endurance intertwined with fragility and of quietness and courage . The story of a lone bison standing in stillness on the volcano known as Yellowstone and myself , the lone explorer , standing in the threshold of what was and what is . Welcoming the freedom of quietness in a pause and willingly entering the mystery .
A new life arrives . She is given away . Is the first experience of this life one of trauma ? Aside from the one of leaving a safe womb does the separation from her beginnings of life impact her sense of comfort and trust ?
She is born with a trusting heart no matter the circumstances . She loves deeply , so deeply that it surprises even her .
Welcomed into a home , into a family , that wants to be what it is not . There is love . There is love that battles within itself and with it’s own brokenness . Her love , in innocence , rises to the surface in moments of celebration . Like when she awakens first thing every morning , before opening her eyes , then is a joyous smile across her face. Did her soul choose to know the indescribable ache while also choosing to carry a joy filled heart and an ever replenishing trust ? The brokenness of the family integrated more trauma into her original wound and in quietness she finds a healer , herself . Did her soul choose ?
And in her quietness she sometimes dreams of knowing wholeness . Enchanted by the sight of the moon and the stars she finds a sense of rootedness in them . And when she is near water and it’s powerful timelessness then she feels held by the breath of all life past , present and future .
I watch the great , wonderful trees outside my window move with the winds with ease . And when I pause with intention then the rhythmic flow of my breath in concert with my heart is what I know to be a bit of grace .
Swept up in moments of resistance , simply said, creates more resistance . How delightfully good does it feel to breathe deeply out and smile ? Dreams in the day and dreams in the night of a joyous life for all .
Laying down the resistance to living in the truth of the heart .
In my mind , heart and soul my joy comes alive in the adventures of travel as well as amongst the quietness of trees . Adventure is adventure . And exploration is invigorating wether with satchels or suitcases or a walking stick or airplane .
How many times have I felt a deep and instant comfort in traveling ? More often than i can recall . It is the home within myself that rises to the surface during an adventure . An outer exploration becomes an inner connection .
And sometimes when it is time to say farewell to the spontaneity and the fun of the unknown my spirit may feel heavy …for a bit and also renewed .
Until I am again near the loving souls that I can’t imagine life without ,and are also home in my heart , my spirit dances with new sight . The limitless and deep connections to all life are always beckoning .
The word travel seems too small to convey the true unfolding of what occurs if you choose it . I choose to step into the adventure and to dance with it . And finding rest in the quietness of love and contemplation amongst the trees and in the sky and roaring ocean waves . i am alive .