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In this Moment Here with Me

We despair over the unknown and yet it is there that we are free . It could cage you

if thats what you choose or set you free to be

in this moment here with me .

We surrender to fear and like an expert jewel thief it robs us of life . It’s not the fear that guides and protects , but the one that steals your heart away .

We live so as to love and to love means to risk it all . Mind , heart and soul .

We despair over the losses of our loves . The family , friends and the  ones unknown to us that are suddenly gone  from life .

Left to our worries and left with our kind thoughts of hugs and laughter and of days shared in sunshine and in rain .

We touch each other’s  existence and must remember  that it is so much more .  It is not in judgement that lifts a life but in kindness that an eternal thread lives on .

In this moment here with me your life will live on .

Comfort in Isolation

As much as comfort can be found and nurtured in the reserves of inner strength  carried in your mind , heart and spirit alone , on your own , the connection to each other  is the infinite  thread of love and compassion .                                                                                                           That thread carries us through time . It carries us into difficulty and through it to the other side  into the  joy that is always there . The  celebration that lives and is  a single breath is our shared joy in life .                                                                                                                                                     We are staying apart in order to love life and to love each others  life . In loving life we are asked to face to fears and challenges of what it means to be alone with our selves .  In the quiet there is an opportunity  to hear and to heal the parts that are slow to open up to joy , the lightness of laughter and  compassion .  In a place of fear we can heal fear .  Inside of unconditional compassion is freedom .  Expansive , weightless freedom . It is love .

The Spirit is Free

Born into interwoven threads of an untold story .  The broken soul arrives hungry for , both ,

solitude and intimacy  . Dance my sprit into the depths of the truest light of love and present to

me the challenges of diving through any fears .  And in the body feeling alive with intensity  in

the moments when I swim in the wildness of the ocean or am climbing a steep, ragged trail for

miles .  A release takes place then you are beautifully  free . The strain is gone and spirit is

there.

The Water’s Edge

The days , mostly  , filled with doing and moving . Prioritizing and producing .  And so I come to the water’s edge  to be still . To witness . To feel my heart being soothed and to know that the wild part has a place too .

Dance

It seems to be time to let go .  The barriers built so silently  in a moment here and years stretching out there . The heart seeks it’s freedom and it is in the willingness to be seen and felt that the freedom lives .

In the tears that didn’t get hugged away in healing will come a new breath .  Vulnerability worn with honor and fearlessness in acceptance of the imperfect spirit learning this dance .

Leap , rest , twirl , rest . Always  bringing love into the dance .

 

 

Open Door

Very deliberately  the handle was turned  and the door was about to be  opened .  Would there be a view on the other side , perhaps ,  of an ocean , sparkling blue in the brightest sunshine ?  Or might it be the sight of couples dancing ? Twirling seductively and exuberantly moving their feet  in rhythms  that celebrate every breath .

Once the door is opened will the sight to behold be of a majestic  mountain with rugged , snow covered peaks ?  Standing in their strength  and proclaiming their  longevity they entice the imaginations of passers by .  Or will  the view be a blackened sky revealing hints of it’s treasures in the twinkling lights we call stars ?

Leave the door open , at least  a crack or more , so that the treasures may find you . 

 

Put Down the Sword

To She , or , he that has an internal war raging having started long ago …may I offer you a chance to put down the sword . To know that you are enough and you need not fight for every step . Allowing a natural flow won’t weaken you strength  . Leaving some of the old paradigms to become dust and accepting a new view could be sweet , could be kind and then begin anew .

The Side Roads

I will  find my way to the next side road  .  I will venture out into what seems unknown .

It may be a simple touch that brings new direction  . And with it’s smile my heart will be known

for a second . The comfort lives in moments that embrace the fears and look for the side roads .

When the Stars Invite me for a Stroll

Stepping back , clearly to see , and then recognizing the flutters in the heart .

Ready and willing to go . Go onward and onward soaring  free .

New breath awaits  to be tingling the senses  and to introduce  discoveries .

An old heart renewed in the light of the minds eye and a wandering spirit tells tales

worthy of feast days and banquets by the ocean’s edge .

When the stars invite me for a stroll in the moon’s light or in the darkest night I say yes .

Always yes .

 

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  …….