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 .
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 .
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 .
Glance towards the sky and allow the anchors of the day to slip away . Is the sun gently warming your face ? Or perhaps wind is blowing , churning up the earth beneath your feet . Once when visiting a beautiful Island I walked into the warm ocean waters and began gliding against the incoming waves . Feeling the strength of my muscles , the power of the ocean and the seemingly infinite horizon before me , I was free .
Is my mind free ? Is yours ? Do we create barriers to our creativity and to our willingness to be kind ? To be generous ?
Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge . The coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach . It was a day that could have been early spring or fall . The light from the sun was diffused by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .
I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit . It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it . Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .
It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide , out in the water . Looking more intently I reared that it wasn’t just any bird but rather an Eagle . I remained for a bit longer . I began hoping that I’d get to witness his flight and just as I stood up to go this wonderful bird took flight from his perch .
He soared with such grace and beauty . I stood watching , taking it in , and whispering ” thank you .”
A dream of being in box . Vertical and tight fitting and wondering ” where is the key ? ” Then suddenly realizing that the key is on the outside of the box . A few days later I , rather absentmindedly , drew a key . It looked like an old skeleton key and the center was shaped like a heart .
I dare to say that what lives within my heart is key to freeing myself from the box .
Walking swiftly past a person clinging to thread bare clothes . Slow your steps a bit this time and see in the mirror . It’s another version of you . The bank card in your wallet or purse opens doors for you and well deserved , we know . The man , woman or child holding the sign that reads ” Please help ” has entered a place , perhaps , foreign to you . A wrong step and all support is gone if it was ever there at all .
Human to human and heart to heart . It goes by in a flash .
Forgive the person huddled and hand outstretched and forgive yourself if you can’t understand .