When the broken bits arise from your heart and ask for healing will you welcome them ? Love them and accept them and then the peace will come . in time , more and more , the peace of acceptance and love will grow .
Every part of yourself deserves the healing of love . The freedom to live in the sureness of acceptance and generosity . When the heart is open and with out self imposed restraints the beauty of living flows like a glorious river . Healing and abundant lifting us all into a state of grace .
The light , grey sky holding layers of unseen depths and illuminating the objects of man against the power of nature’s creations . It is a particular light that brings with it a presence of mystery and beauty that is timeless .
The light that visits speaks to the heart and awakens the mind . It says ” Imagine ” . Surrender to it and be gifted with the sense of eternity that is this moment …and the next and the next .
The light that visits speaks to the never ending spirit of love that threads itself into waves of energy that transcend man’s understanding . It moves through with and within all life .
The glory of life is in the love we give and share .
The weightiness of living with lists and must do and need to and then ….. pause . A beautifully quiet moment slips into place and envelopes your heart . A smile born from the timelessness of spirit breathes new life into a vision so joyous and free that it can dance with trees and then twirl amongst the stars .
The call of a bluebird is heard before it is seen and swoops out of a tree and flies overhead flashing it’s brilliant blue . I can see it another tree now and I gently move closer just to see . It is a beautiful vision on a cold , grey day and it’s as if it came say ” The beauty of life is always here in each breath and pause . It’s only you that goes away some days . ”
In the wild , amid ancient trees holding stories of the magic and of the tragedy of life , is a stillness . A beautiful , deep stillness . It is where the wisdom from ancestors may surface . It is where forgotten dreams come to to visit and where the knowing of love , pure and free from ego , expands into it’s gentle power of eternity .
In the wild , amid the star filled sky , cares of tomorrow float up and away making space for a peaceful heart and sweet sleep . The moments are alive and true . Uncomplicated and wondrous , they are alive travel through time , offering songs that only a soul may hear .
Born lovingly then instantly removed . Six weeks later in a home with a mother unaccustomed to affection and unconditional love . Dear heart she did not know . I loved her freely and as if she were my own . The thought of a wound in my heart from birth did not cross my thoughts . Ever.
Fifty years , and then some , have passed and It is now that I am choosing to cross a threshold into fearless exploration and acceptance of a wound in my heart from birth .
To know that a fierce and passionate love for my whole being is the means by which the empty space in my heart will be healed . The friend , the romance and the adventure are magnificent pieces of the whole and the only completion of filling the space in my heart must come from the fiercest and most courageous love imaginable and it must come from me .
The comfort of silence may be a very loving space . Beyond the fear , beyond the doubts it will slowly welcome you and ease away the burdens of commotion on the run . It becomes like the stillness offered by a winter’s snow . A bit worrisome at first and then as you surrender to it’s beauty , it’s quietness your muscles begin to relax . Thoughts are calm and the desire to be cozy with our mind , body and spirit as one is welcome and , perhaps , a relief .
What do you hear in the quiet ? In the silence ? Do you hear your dreams and remember what love means ?
Going into the silence is it’s own reward . A freedom as well as an exploration . One and the same . The cage is fear and we easily build our cages out of noise . The fear of hearing our longings and of recognizing wounds placed upon us by others . We must love our wounds in order to free them and we only hear them in the silence . I am learning to love the silence as it guides me to learning to love myself .
I surrender to the passions and longing of the creative processes planted in my spirit . The seeds planted long ago before I knew myself and before I knew the freedom of surrender .
She calls to me at all hours and asks only that I listen . And when I listen I am moved to create and to give and to explore . Step outside of what you’ve grown accustomed to and outside of judgment placed upon you and travel inside the the infinite spaces of your heart .
See the stars and bright lights of planets set into motion before you were a whisper …or were you a whisper in the life of a star and now here you are .
The beauty in your kindness echoes throughout the ages and the love that flows freely from your heart is felt throughout the world beyond any measurement known to man .