Tag Archives: Travel

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 .