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Freeeeeeeee

The silly needs space to be free .  It is a way of healing old , emotional wounds . A way of releasing the weight of needless burdens . It is a way of opening the path to spontaneity   and that is where limitless thinking is born .

Self imposed barriers …where are they born ?  From the fears of adults  that we were your caregivers when you were young ?  The teachers that intimidated  you in school ? From the people  that told you that your ideas were  foolish ?

Free to choose the direction , free from the past and free from tomorrow .  Where  the  heart yearns to go is where I must follow . 

Star to Star …

Draw a vision from star  to star to star and from to tree to tree to tree

And be .

Early morning darkness delivers promises

of expectancy an dreams coming awake and kindness from unknown places .

The sorrows that live in your breath as joys come to knock and welcoming  a flutter of

Love in your heart and suddenly there is a moment where you

are free .

Learn as I Go

I heard the birds  singing  this morning as it were  spring .  it was like a sweet , gentle smile opening across one’s  face .   Sun inspiring  whimsey and a dash of hope in such a way that i was nearly fooled . Fooled into thinking that spring was near rather  than the fall and  approaching winter .

Expanding  dreams in the  warm rays of sunlight is easy and sweet .  A joyous dance in ideas and amongst roads yet to be seen .  Unfolding a layer and releasing all barriers in thought , word and deed .

I am happy to know what I don’t know so that I will learn as i go . 

The Side Roads

I will  find my way to the next side road  .  I will venture out into what seems unknown .

It may be a simple touch that brings new direction  . And with it’s smile my heart will be known

for a second . The comfort lives in moments that embrace the fears and look for the side roads .

Break Free to Breathe Again

I must break free to breathe again . The power of life chooses when to burn as a fire or to

flow easily as a stream . The heartbreak of one is the heartbreak of humanity and will not  go

down without  a break  in the hate .. The heartbeat  of one will rise like the heartbeat of all and

break free to breathe again .

There are voices in the trees  telling an unseen world  of injury and giving lessons for healing

and there are righteous  songs among  the animals teaching of   a courageous path to

break free to breathe again .

Each time this one human heart is fractured by the weight of despair, by the actions of lost

souls ,

renewal arrives in the  power of a new moment ,  determination unrelenting ,  and  the grace of

life in each breath

leads us to break free and breathe again .

‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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Ancient Light

The moon rise slides into place .  It’s  light inviting and inspiring .  It commands your energy into new and ancient places .  Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ?  It’s glow could you bring you home  some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet  once again  .  On those rare nights when it catches  hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom .  Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising .  It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there  waiting  to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .

……To be continued 

Holding a Dream

Joyous hand holding in a dream or was it you ? When you were there , you weren’t there .

And I loved you still . Lessons for hearing  my heart and soaring free …and to believe .

It’s up to me .

Dancing thoughts anchored by the presence  of you now twirling freely

and

leaping into adventures  of this world and into ancient threads of humanity .

The power of release in a heartbeat and tender moments will never die .