A man standing well off to the side of a convenience store . Looking cold from the chill in the air and with a well worn roller bag next to him . Big eyes with a look of kindness against his weathered face which clearly held some stories .
Suddenly i was looking to see if I had any cash with me . Yes, I did . It was a moment of certainty after that . I walked towards him . He was gracious and thankful . He began to say something . He hesitated seeming lost a bit . ” You don’t have to tell me your story because I already understand it ” I said . A moment of connection that takes me to my heart .
Uneasiness creeps quietly towards any opening left unattended . That is awakening , the beginning to listening . The discomfort arrives to inspire and to move you . The breath taken in is relief to your mind . It is the promise of expansion and exploration . The breath released is the freedom to be in peace . Joyously and deliciously free to be past the fears.
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 .