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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 .

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…continued

As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .

Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later  a  bit of rustling amongst the trees

outside  had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language  all  of

their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against  them ? ”  Slowly her head  turned towards the

kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees .  Suddenly …

A  powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up .   Startled , just a bit , she turned her

attention towards the kettle .  Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down

and just then the steam set off the whistle .

Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm  .


To be continued ….


Ancient Memories

Trees , the kind that seem to free , are welcoming and wispy .

Some seem to have limbs dancing lightly against the sky .

Take pause to listen and they may  speak so that you can hear .

Their wildness in the winds harnesses ancient memories  .

Exposing the might  ,  exposing the fright .

They live so that others may live .

They  give so that you will receive  .

Trees , the kind that always to used to be free  , thank you .



She hides in plain view and  … can be heard singing in your ear .

A melody or a chant rising from within and turning into a declaration of life .

She looks above and over the lines that have been drawn

and sees a clear flight .

She will pound inside your heart  only when the cause is not right .

And tenderly caress your spirit’s wings into peace

and into the night .

‘Walking Across the Water ‘ acrylic 18×24″

Wild Hope

I’ve learned that it does not suit me too well to sit in the quiet of hope but , rather , to be in the wild of it .  This is not to say that there isn’t  great value in quieting the mind . There is , there truly  is .   There are those delicious times when hope lives it’s mightiest in the doing , in the wild side , the wild side of hope .

'Jewel of Life' Acrylic 18x17"

‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″