Close to home water flows , slightly risen above the surface and yet reaches deeply
into one’s soul .
Sounds , eyes closed , of timelessness and possibility .
Light , eyes open , both playful and solemn .
Observance may become storytelling and a meditation with nature a poem as a guide .
A wild horse stands tall and calm while shadows from the clouds above move across his frame . Uneven terrain outstretched for miles rugged and beautiful and flickering with warm tones of color . The definition of strength seen in the horse’s musculature speaks of a noble history . The beauty is elegant and somehow soothing to see .
You may run as you please dear wild one . Run and run with wind blowing through your mane . The power of your spirit echoing throughout fields and hills all around . The scents of pine and sage and the remnants of a sun filled day linger in the air as you choose your resting place for the long night ahead .
Star filled sky becoming visible and the lullaby songs of the night begin as you settle in beneath an ancient tree . Sweet rest dear wild one until the new adventure begins again ….
Stamina called forward and on some days it barely stays . It does stay though and thankfully so . Choose to do a new action when it seems as if it might slip away and entice it to return . Deep sigh I can go on now with stamina by by side .
Purpose in each day is a search and rescue mission now . There are days when it appears with grace and ease and oh what a delight That is . And then the days arrive that attempt to steal the joy with the murmurings of lack and questions of now what ?
Gratitude has grown because it’s heard more easily now in the quieter days and nights of a society partly in mourning . The voice of a loved one might visit uplifting the spirit like a bountiful , beautiful garden . It’s the magnificent single moments that linger in the heart. Thankfully the smiles can still be felt and the kindness of stamina remains .
We despair over the unknown and yet it is there that we are free . It could cage you
if thats what you choose or set you free to be
in this moment here with me .
We surrender to fear and like an expert jewel thief it robs us of life . It’s not the fear that guides and protects , but the one that steals your heart away .
We live so as to love and to love means to risk it all . Mind , heart and soul .
We despair over the losses of our loves . The family , friends and the ones unknown to us that are suddenly gone from life .
Left to our worries and left with our kind thoughts of hugs and laughter and of days shared in sunshine and in rain .
We touch each other’s existence and must remember that it is so much more . It is not in judgement that lifts a life but in kindness that an eternal thread lives on .
In this moment here with me your life will live on .
‘NEW DAWN’ 11×14 chalk pastels 2012 Donation to Bailey Boushay seattle
Awake before the light begins to arise and the spirit is untouched by the world’s woes . The joyousness of innocence dances lightly within the heart and the mind protects these cherished moments . Light reflected through the window and it’s warmth a reminder of the freedom alive in the mind . The quietness and the subtlety of a moment holds within it the miracles of eternity .
As much as comfort can be found and nurtured in the reserves of inner strength carried in your mind , heart and spirit alone , on your own , the connection to each other is the infinite thread of love and compassion . That thread carries us through time . It carries us into difficulty and through it to the other side into the joy that is always there . The celebration that lives and is a single breath is our shared joy in life . We are staying apart in order to love life and to love each others life . In loving life we are asked to face to fears and challenges of what it means to be alone with our selves . In the quiet there is an opportunity to hear and to heal the parts that are slow to open up to joy , the lightness of laughter and compassion . In a place of fear we can heal fear . Inside of unconditional compassion is freedom . Expansive , weightless freedom . It is love . 
I transform the fears into a collection of beautiful , brilliant lights that dance feely into life . They transform the meadows into a plaything of wildflowers and colors . And twirl gently upwards into the sky becoming one with the stars . Life is love and life is one with all .
Ease into a dream . A dream of your creation where the serendipitous moments flow and wisdom rises to the surface after looking at the stars . It is a beautiful inward journey with layer upon layer of love and restlessness , forgiveness and expansiveness .
Move through a dream where limits , like a cage , are dissolved by the mind and where freedom is forever present in each beat of the heart .
The dream , pure in it’s simplicity , and with out boundaries to war over is releasing you from anguish . Imagine the single deep breath that brings you into life . It sets you free again and again .
The comfort and courage of dreaming the wild road into being will sing your heart into freedom .
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 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 . 
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