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When I looked up from the Waves

Where is the next step ?  Going on exploratory trips inside the mind and the emotions and expecting an answer . The anchors are few and seem related only to material and practical parameters .  Why ? Why is the clarity  so elusive ?  Seeking change and not knowing where it is .  All the while placing the burden of healing underneath the desire for change .  Will the change create the opening  for healing to continue , to expand ?

Thinking that the lack of clarity was simply tied into some universal timing . Reminding myself that acceptance is a powerful tool rather than pure passivity .  That giving oneself over to acceptance  can actually bring freedom  . Freedom that brings action . And onward we go !

Still feeling as if caught inside of a struggle  somehow and yet so close to knowing .  Knowing what to do next .  I stood at the water’s edge , looking out , and feeling a chill .  The sky was filled with  shades of grey  blue hues and dramatic movement . Far off it look to be restless and  stormy .

Then a thought came .  It is I that is holding back the change .  It is , both , fear and comfort .  It is I that is holding onto what is  already known rather than embracing the unknown .  It is within  my heart and within my thoughts that keeps me still … for now anyway .

 

Free to Roam

Free  to roam as the pieces that once baffled and brought tears of questions

roll over . Rolling over like the swells of ocean waves .

Transforming from a silent , soulful burden or thunderous , passionate outpouring

into wings open wide and strong .  Soaring beautifully with the breezes ,  playfully diving

downward then swiftly upward once again .

The heart once again free to roam .

The Spirit is Free

Born into interwoven threads of an untold story .  The broken soul arrives hungry for , both ,

solitude and intimacy  . Dance my sprit into the depths of the truest light of love and present to

me the challenges of diving through any fears .  And in the body feeling alive with intensity  in

the moments when I swim in the wildness of the ocean or am climbing a steep, ragged trail for

miles .  A release takes place then you are beautifully  free . The strain is gone and spirit is

there.

The Water’s Edge

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 .

Dance

It seems to be time to let go .  The barriers built so silently  in a moment here and years stretching out there . The heart seeks it’s freedom and it is in the willingness to be seen and felt that the freedom lives .

In the tears that didn’t get hugged away in healing will come a new breath .  Vulnerability worn with honor and fearlessness in acceptance of the imperfect spirit learning this dance .

Leap , rest , twirl , rest . Always  bringing love into the dance .

 

 

The Dream Waits for You

A dream tucked snugly into one’s heart  and waiting .  Waiting until there is a sudden ,  beautiful  click  signaling that different necessary  elements have come together to breathe life into the dream .

Can you see it in your mind’s eye ?  The dream that excites you and carries you through the moments of wondering ” Is his all there is ? ”  And even those moments are fleeting and precious and will become a layer in the dream in your heart.

And a doubt ..or two may arrive like a wave . Washing over you and asking for your attention . A small detail held in your hand may become the whole world in your thoughts.

The dream carried in your heart came with you into this world and waits for you .

Is It a Dream by the River ?

If this is a dream then I choose to be by a sparkling , clear river . Cool , strong  and wild . Feeling the heat of the sun growing stronger upon by face as I venture into the flowing waters with the bare, flesh of my feet .  The current so strong it inspires the inner strength in my heart to move forward as if to be in a piece of a dance .

Mesmerizing and exciting all at once by  the river .  As it moves  and curves and softens the life of the rocks it also gathers and gives bits of life . Telling stories along the way wether you listen or not . Ancient and new are the stories of the river . The  rushing , churning waters or a tranquil , meandering  flow , either way , will signal to all of your senses bringing to you a sort of meditation  .

It may not know where the river begins and you may not know where  it ends but there is trust in its life giving flow and the peacefulness  that you know .