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 .
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 .
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 .
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 .