May we heal ourselves in the quiet and in solitude ? Can we embrace the time free from the filled spaces and welcome new sights coming to us from within ? Here is a chance to see our lives from a distance , to catch a breath in slowing down and to dare to imagine …
Imagine relieving the fears of a stranger from a distance with a smile . A smile to say ” we are in this together .” A smile that is your own reassurance too as it comes back to you as a gift that penatrates your silent fears .
A chance to see has come along . To see what you truly love and to remember how the moments that can seem small are truly filled with heart touching meaning that stay with us forever .
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 .
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 .
Breathe away the lingering notions of tulmultuous waves standing in the way . Standing at the edge of beautiful , wild dreams with eyes carrying deep visions from the past and a freshness, like new love , for the present . And when the colors change in sky and the formations of the trees alter their growth go with the winds the changes are sensed even before they are seen .
Breathe in the sight of stars and the knowing of their far off life traveling through space to just barely touch ours . And when a delicate , precious sunrise arrives perhaps we might choose a few moments to feel the presence of the earth beneath our bare feet on the grass or the sand or the dirt .
Hearing the forest within my heart while a wild rabbit darts out in front of me . Pausing for less than a moment as do my thoughts and then the wonderings and wandering begin again .
A witness to the magnificence and also a participant . Remembering to breath deeply, as deeply, as the thoughts in my mind yearn to go into the Soul . Always free to soar in my Soul and dance with spirit amongst the trees and the sky . The sky that we mirror getting us churned or sent peacefully into a lullaby . Dear , sweet sky .
Wings unfurled and opened wide and soaring into the sky and such a sight for these eyes . In my minds eye I fly with alongside you and feel the sky .
Very deliberately the handle was turned and the door was about to be opened . Would there be a view on the other side , perhaps , of an ocean , sparkling blue in the brightest sunshine ? Or might it be the sight of couples dancing ? Twirling seductively and exuberantly moving their feet in rhythms that celebrate every breath .
Once the door is opened will the sight to behold be of a majestic mountain with rugged , snow covered peaks ? Standing in their strength and proclaiming their longevity they entice the imaginations of passers by . Or will the view be a blackened sky revealing hints of it’s treasures in the twinkling lights we call stars ?
Leave the door open , at least a crack or more , so that the treasures may find you .