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 .
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
#11
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 
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 . 
When i loosen the hold on the mirror in my hand it’s easy notice the heart muscle relax . The stories in the image that I see could change when they are set free . Those stories ask me for freedom from time to time and I consider it for a bit . And then it’s time to explore .
There is delicious laughter to be had and it’s free though sometimes there needs to be a reminder to seek it out . Then , of course , is the courage . It’s magnificence can go unnoticed if you can imagine . It’s so dear and sometimes life changing . You may only notice it’s friend known as fear but courage often slips in quietly and opens a door . And there is freedom .
Heartbreak has it’s own odd rewards . It might bring you to yourself and it might twist and turn you until you know that you can set it free . Tears create comfort in their release freeing you heal nearly unknowable woes .
When you clearly there is love and know it as a true companion you are free .
The winds picked up strength and caused the window panes to rattle fiercely . A shiver ran up
her spine as a small gasp escaped from in between her lips . This morning’s outing was
seeming to evolve into a challenge . The tea was ready and she cliched the cup , mellowing
with the warmth , feeling soothed and her spirit revived . ” I could loose myself in a day such
as this one ” she said aloud absentmindedly .
Can you loose yourself in the wanderings of the heart ? Or is that exactly when
you find yourself ? Now back to our story ….
Glancing down the hall she caught sight of her fine , woolen scarf . A deep purple , soft and
with a delicate weave of subtle earth tones interspersed . Perfect for today’s outing .
The enthusiasm for the new day was ignited in her spirit by her love of the unknown alongside
the comforts of home . “Snap to it ! ” she thought . Time to get ready or this day will be gone !
…….to be continued
As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .
Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later a bit of rustling amongst the trees
outside had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language all of
their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against them ? ” Slowly her head turned towards the
kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees . Suddenly …
A powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up . Startled , just a bit , she turned her
attention towards the kettle . Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down
and just then the steam set off the whistle .
Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm .
To be continued ….
