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A Peaceful Heart

The power in your mind designs a new step while you rest . A step of boldness and beauty both folding in on each other  and  forming a star  in the heavens above . The freedom to be  or  to turn the other way  around   or the freedom to delve deeply into mystery and then  leave the page blank …a choice and it’s free .

To know fully what’s in your heart , and I do mean fully , then you are a step closer to being free.  The moments  that seem to disappear will remain with your heart if you were present  though not free and the moments that are reciprocal in the upper world of love will lift a mind into healing .

There is a peaceful heart that can be born again and again ….and again .  It is a choice  and it is free .

Mon Coeur

Break Free

Light appears and while  dancing it beckons .  Flowing into a rhythm  it’s grace wraps around

any broken bits and draws out  all humanness .  The beauty and the wild rawness reside by side

by side . Nurturing the love is how they  each survive  …….

This Beautiful , Wild Road …

A sense of fury in the air leads me to wonder if thunder is on the way .  walking along the road , listening to  the crackling  of twigs and pebbles and leaves underfoot . Sounds entering my thoughts becoming a part of the flow .  A deep breath in . The air is cool and  heavy with moisture . Turning my head slowly  about  as I release my breath back out into life .

What unexpected treasure will this walk provide today ?  There’s always something . Always a little  something revealing itself  to me  . Will it come from the outside or the inside ?   A moment of understanding the threads of thoughts and actions  or  of intuition knowing when the need for quiet will reap the greatest rewards .  Adding a little skip into my step and it’s clear. .There’s no need to know ahead of time where it will come from . That’s the beauty inside the mystery . And the mystery reveals what you need to know  in your heart when it’s right .

The beauty of this wild road …is your discovery .

Whispers Traveling through Unexpected Channels

Amidst my own fury and sight retreated from  any view  , suddenly , I hear a whisper .  Cease the fury and be gone so that i might hear .  I love to hear the loving murmurs directing me to be strong .  The whispers of comfort reminding me of love’s endless life and the nudges that bring me home to who I am .

‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″

Seeking Wings

They were  mine once  ,

in a dream …or was it  in  that other lifetime ?

The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings .

The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting  my soul

soothes me into sweet release .

It is a different sort of freedom not quite familiar in this earthly life .

Elegantly and delicately  they open after rest

and seek to stretch .

A few feathers may fall away here or there and , truly , are intended gifts .

Movement  designed to flow

and a dance leading the heavens  to free the heart .

Seeking wings in the sky

and I don’t don’t why .

Since I have rediscovered  them right by my side .

‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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The Light of Paris

2016-10-07-11-30-35                    A train ride so swift and me, a sleepy soul .  Like a child whose enthusiasm burns so high and then flickers away .  The motion of the train lulls me into sleep .

When was the last time I was alone in a foreign city ?  Was I ever …really ?  Hard to recall  now .  I love the newness ! And yet it feels old .  Old in that companion sort of a way .  Ha ha !  There is no getting lost when I am always near .

The city is alive  and yet somber too .  This world has taken it’s toll on you and me too .

Walking within a city is to know her . Letting the crevices of warmth  reveal themselves alongside the nudges of grandeur and  completing one chapter .

It is delightful that I’ve come upon  two of the experiences I’ve hoped for on the first day . The river Seine and a clear view of the Tour Eiffel . Oui ! Oui !  I walk across the river going from the right to the left bank and back again .

Nearly as delightful is winding my back to my Paris flat . . I didn’t get lost , hardly skipped a beat trusting my intuition .

Oooh la la ! I notice men noticing me in that subtle way the nicer ones do .  And so around the  corner I went  to sit outside at a cafe with a hot cup Ceylon tea and listened to my surroundings .Paris has welcomed me .