Tag Archives: Writer

A Man Standing Alone

A man standing well off to the side of a convenience  store .  Looking cold from the chill in the air and with a well worn roller bag next to him  . Big eyes with a look of kindness  against his weathered face which clearly held some stories .

Suddenly i was looking to see if I had any cash with me . Yes, I did . It was a moment of certainty after that .  I walked towards him .  He was gracious and thankful .  He began to say something . He hesitated seeming lost a bit .  ” You don’t have to tell me your story  because I already understand it ” I said .  A moment of connection that takes me to my heart .

Breathe Away the Waves

Breathe away the lingering notions of tulmultuous waves standing in the way . Standing at the edge of beautiful , wild dreams with eyes carrying deep visions from the past and a freshness, like  new love ,  for the present .  And when the colors change in sky  and the formations of the trees alter their  growth  go  with the winds the changes are sensed  even before they are seen .

Breathe in the sight of stars and the knowing of their far off life traveling  through space to just barely  touch ours . And when a delicate , precious sunrise  arrives perhaps we might choose a few moments  to feel the presence of the earth beneath our bare feet on the grass or the sand or the  dirt .

Breathe  out with love , Breathe in the love .

‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″

Beautiful Wild Road : As the notions of freedom expand

Looking  intently  towards the sky threads a connection to the intangible spaces in the mind , the unexplored   heart and the timeless  spirit born before ….now.

It is the beautiful , wild road that sings to the adventurers  heart and calls to the eyes to  gaze onward and upward .  The view of the inner life and outer actions happening simultaneously. Joined together  as one and standing apart as needed  .  They come together  with each inhale and expand with every exhale .

Can you feel the universe  within your beating heart ?  It is there just as the reflections of the stars  are visible in the depths of your eyes .

The freedom  to be is in our hands and the freedom to expand  knowledge and understanding  lives along the beautiful , wild road . 

Dreams and Adventure

The crest of a mountain becomes  visible and anticipation  grows in my heart . Each  time there is a subtle building up of excitement  and alone , or not , I can’t help but smile a little . Or maybe  a lot .

My gaze is pulled towards the sky and then to overview of the landscape ahead .  Thrilling my senses and awakening inspiration  in my thoughts  .  Opening my arms as if that singular , simple act will welcome new adventures into  life .  Welcoming , inviting and daring the forces of my soul to come forward .

To be continued …

2014-05-07 12.52.05 HDR.jpg

Whispers

Whispers in the heart , sweet and kind  , lead us to each other  .

Whispers in the trees  , breathe in and breathe out , lead us to live.

Whispers from friendships  , alive and strong , bring a new day …

again and again .

Friends

Kindness and Why Remembering Can Be Joyous

Dear Christmas ,

It’s been a year and here we are once again .  Many say it’s the New Year but I say it’s you . The review  that you offer is heartfelt and true . Thank you .

Playfullness in my heart comes alive and swishing  down a store’s aisle  is …what it’s all for anyway .  Quiet moments  and a tear or two come again . Strengthening the  heart muscle so that I may give more  in the year ahead . Thank you .

I think of you and see the serious but today is for the silly . The silly in you and  the silly in me . Lets give  kindness to the silly and dance and swish about . Thank you .

Kindness is my present to you and to me .  Your list is long and worries you . ” Please , go ahead in the line . I don’t mind .”  Take a breath and relieve the stress . Thank you .

Dance in the aisle or at home in the kitchen is how I’ll remember  the kindness of the holiday . 

 

Traveling in the Heart

In my heart I  travel and explore the old along side the new .  The wealth of it all is astounding .

The raucous eruptions  of laughter  that come back to life  and the timid moments of tears

being shed that remind us  of our own tenderness .  I travel to and through these places  in the

heart . They allow  me to soar  and then ….to sleep .  They invite examination and then release

me to just be ….in the moment you see.  The heart tells it’s own time and can’t be forced .  It’s

comfort is never ending just when you think it’s not .

And goes that raucous laughter …again and more travels in the heart still to come .