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Giving Freedom to Wanderlust

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As someone with wanderlust this week brought two lovely opportunities that fullfilled

that desire . One I created for myself a few days ago . I travelled west to the shores of the pacific ocean along the Olympic Peninsula . The other was yesterday and one that where I went in the other direction .. East over a mountain pass enjoying the sights of a beautiful National forest along the way . An event that my daughter was participating was the destination and a joy .

It is a type of freedom . And it is freeing for my mind , my spirit , the untethered soul . The air lighter , the old growth trees standing high and magnificent , an eagle soaring , hawks circling …the sight of an alpine lake whose color is so breathtakingly beautiful that it seems like a dream .

Two lane roads with a bounty of nature on both sides and then arriving . Catching glimpses of the ocean through tall pines as I walked down a winding trail to the shore . And at last . The waves rolling onto shore , the sea breezes , the sounds …deep , slow breath . Both peaceful and joyous . Dear wanderlust I a so very grateful that I gave you freedom this weekend .

Waking to Peace

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“Waking to a day free from the pulls of commitments allows for time and experiences to unfold with ease .

Early morning peacefulness , just before sun up , cool breezes and lone song birds seeming to take turns heralding the day’s arrival as I become aware of my breath . Slow and deep .

The light , beautiful and inviting , expands with subtlety like a whisper . I even catch a glimpse of a dragonfly floating by .

Mornings like this a cherished gift of this life . “

Words and art by

Barbara L. Chapman – Fine Artist at chapman-art

An Inviting View

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A seemingly endless sky with it’s changing beauty opening the way toward imaginings.

And flowing deep waters inspiring joyous movement and possibilities .

While being held along the shores by old growth trees mixed with new inviting a sense

of comfort and continuity . There is a mystery , perhaps a bit magnificent , in the

mists that move in between the mountains and the flowing waters .

In an outwardly quiet pause the view invites me to expand my spirit and soar .

Painting by Barbara L. Chapman

‘A Puget Sound View’ Acrylic on stretched canvas 18×24″ Available for purchase

The Summer Sun

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The summer sun rising ,quickly dissipating the early morning dark, bringing a strong of day and of what it might become .

Bright and strong and barely a breeze and birds coming into their songs as a cat excitedly watches them flit about .

It is the best bit now before people begin to move to and fro . When the quietness is freedom and the stillness a welcome respite .

Spring

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The light arriving earlier now and lingering longer . Renewing , refreshing and inviting new inspirations for change .

Stellar Jay’s appear with their eye catching brilliant blue and the song birds delicate sounds float through the air .

A breezy chill in a symphony of sunlight both playful and hopeful eases the day into evening and a happy rest .

Circumstances

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A dance with changing circumstances ,

a drain or a lift ? A reestablishment of sense of self and finding one’s footing once

again.

Not for the faint of heart yet as we move through that which we fear in time it

is transformed into the familiar .

A dance with identity perceived by the inner self and interpretations of how we think

the world views us .

It’s the perceptions that we hold onto with fierceness can cause the most discomfort .

Is it habit or real ? If it is habit that doesn’t make it any less real .

Dancing through circumstances may feel more like trudging through mud in moments

of fear …all it takes is one moment and then you feel like your home and the comfort is

real .

A Beautiful Respite

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It was unexpected . As I walked along a well loved , urban path around a lake I paused . Delicate looking leaves sitting atop the water and the tree above reflected in a beautiful blue . The rich , inspiring colors and shapes all came together in order to create a story . I took a step towards the edge of the water and just slightly removed from the passerby’s . And for a moment was like a magical haven .

Through Rising Woes …

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Evenly onward I go . Rising and then flowing with the downward slopes as they come .

Moving steadily and weaving in the joys as obstacles are flung here and flung there .

Evenly onward I go . And an unexpected moment appears and tips the scale .

Charging fast into the passion of a moment I let my voice rise from the deep , loud

space of fatigue and cry out ” No More !”. Enough of all of the tedious , barking

demands from systems designed to be in command .

I let out my barks and in a moment , or two, I am done .

Released and then I rise through my woes once again .

Reflections on the Season of Giving

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In the northern hemisphere we have a chill in the air . Winter storms , at times light and lovely or wild and harsh , that slow down our pace . Perhaps memories of childhood snow days bring a smile as we keep warm inside .

Is it the prettiest package and nifty trinket inside that lights up our hearts ? I venture to guess it is rather the thought and time that remains in our thoughts .

The very spirit of giving is inspirational and contagious . A beautiful flow of humanity creating a web . A gentle kindness towards a stranger can make your own heart sing . La la la …let the joy in and then give it away again .

An extra can of soup purchased at the store and donated on the way out of the door . Check on a neighbor and think of how it must feel that somebody cares .

What better way to celebrate the season of miracles amongst so many faiths than to step beyond our busyness and let people know that they are cared about .

The Quietness of a Snow Day

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Awakened even earlier than my usual four o’clock in the morning . There’s something about the quietness of falling snow and the darkness of the night being held by a magical , soothing light of falling white flakes . Cozy inside and watching the delicate snow is both soothing and exciting .

It brings forward the happy memories of being a child and waking up in the night to a blanket of snow covering the streets . A bit of moon light shining across the white making it practically sparkle and crisp , cold air against my face was invigorating . I would open a small window and stick my head to feel the snow and try to catch a snowflake on my tongue .

It always felt magical especially in the middle of the night . I loved way it gave our busyness a break . it would ask , if not demand , that we slow down . To break free of our routine and to experience life a bit differently .

The joy of a snow day remains in my heart and waits each year to be re awakened .