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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 .

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 .

The Red Robin on the Path ….continued

She  felt thunder in the earth .  It came on so suddenly that she lost her breath .  The blood  was

racing through  her veins  and she was , both , frightened and excited  .

The instantaneous  silence magnified the anticipation  .

What was  coming ?   What was the thundering earth going to bring ?