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 .
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 .
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 .
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 .