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
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 .
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 .
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 .