The lasting light stretching outward into evening inviting delight .
Coolness along aside bright sunshine and twirling sounds from birds before light
inspiring joy and a light heart .
Inspiring a yearning to stay awake later into the night and glance at the stars sparkling
in the deep , dark sky .
Spring joyously returns and like a lovely waltz it twirls life around out of the winter
slumber and into new beginnings .
Happy Spring !
The light arriving earlier now and lingering longer . Renewing , refreshing and inviting new inspirations for change .
Stellar Jay’s appear with their eye catching brilliant blue and the song birds delicate sounds float through the air .
A breezy chill in a symphony of sunlight both playful and hopeful eases the day into evening and a happy rest .
A dance with changing circumstances ,
a drain or a lift ? A reestablishment of sense of self and finding one’s footing once
again.
Not for the faint of heart yet as we move through that which we fear in time it
is transformed into the familiar .
A dance with identity perceived by the inner self and interpretations of how we think
the world views us .
It’s the perceptions that we hold onto with fierceness can cause the most discomfort .
Is it habit or real ? If it is habit that doesn’t make it any less real .
Dancing through circumstances may feel more like trudging through mud in moments
of fear …all it takes is one moment and then you feel like your home and the comfort is
real .
It was unexpected . As I walked along a well loved , urban path around a lake I paused . Delicate looking leaves sitting atop the water and the tree above reflected in a beautiful blue . The rich , inspiring colors and shapes all came together in order to create a story . I took a step towards the edge of the water and just slightly removed from the passerby’s . And for a moment was like a magical haven .
Evenly onward I go . Rising and then flowing with the downward slopes as they come .
Moving steadily and weaving in the joys as obstacles are flung here and flung there .
Evenly onward I go . And an unexpected moment appears and tips the scale .
Charging fast into the passion of a moment I let my voice rise from the deep , loud
space of fatigue and cry out ” No More !”. Enough of all of the tedious , barking
demands from systems designed to be in command .
I let out my barks and in a moment , or two, I am done .
Released and then I rise through my woes once again .
In the northern hemisphere we have a chill in the air . Winter storms , at times light and lovely or wild and harsh , that slow down our pace . Perhaps memories of childhood snow days bring a smile as we keep warm inside .
Is it the prettiest package and nifty trinket inside that lights up our hearts ? I venture to guess it is rather the thought and time that remains in our thoughts .
The very spirit of giving is inspirational and contagious . A beautiful flow of humanity creating a web . A gentle kindness towards a stranger can make your own heart sing . La la la …let the joy in and then give it away again .
An extra can of soup purchased at the store and donated on the way out of the door . Check on a neighbor and think of how it must feel that somebody cares .
What better way to celebrate the season of miracles amongst so many faiths than to step beyond our busyness and let people know that they are cared about .
Awakened even earlier than my usual four o’clock in the morning . There’s something about the quietness of falling snow and the darkness of the night being held by a magical , soothing light of falling white flakes . Cozy inside and watching the delicate snow is both soothing and exciting .
It brings forward the happy memories of being a child and waking up in the night to a blanket of snow covering the streets . A bit of moon light shining across the white making it practically sparkle and crisp , cold air against my face was invigorating . I would open a small window and stick my head to feel the snow and try to catch a snowflake on my tongue .
It always felt magical especially in the middle of the night . I loved way it gave our busyness a break . it would ask , if not demand , that we slow down . To break free of our routine and to experience life a bit differently .
The joy of a snow day remains in my heart and waits each year to be re awakened .
The freedom and the rootedness in the creative purpose , in silence or in a ruckus , it reveals . It is an undoing . A dedicated foray into the unknown and an act of putting the formless into form .
It is love without time or space .
A meditative place where hymns of renewal and release breathe .
Where space for calmness and peace reside .
Free from pushing and pulling and instead feel the rhythm of my heart beating
and soothed by breathing .
In the joy of quietness I am charmed by the birds singing and by the light dancing with
her shadows .
Remembering the joy of quietness I am free .
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 .
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