To slay the sins and transform them into the light of new life ,
First wholly embraced and owned and recognized with sorrow .
Knowing the darkness and weeping for the light to live ,
sorrows for the dark heart
Where is the next step ? Going on exploratory trips inside the mind and the emotions and expecting an answer . The anchors are few and seem related only to material and practical parameters . Why ? Why is the clarity so elusive ? Seeking change and not knowing where it is . All the while placing the burden of healing underneath the desire for change . Will the change create the opening for healing to continue , to expand ?
Thinking that the lack of clarity was simply tied into some universal timing . Reminding myself that acceptance is a powerful tool rather than pure passivity . That giving oneself over to acceptance can actually bring freedom . Freedom that brings action . And onward we go !
Still feeling as if caught inside of a struggle somehow and yet so close to knowing . Knowing what to do next . I stood at the water’s edge , looking out , and feeling a chill . The sky was filled with shades of grey blue hues and dramatic movement . Far off it look to be restless and stormy .
Then a thought came . It is I that is holding back the change . It is , both , fear and comfort . It is I that is holding onto what is already known rather than embracing the unknown . It is within my heart and within my thoughts that keeps me still … for now anyway .
Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge . The coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach . It was a day that could have been early spring or fall . The light from the sun was diffused by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .
I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit . It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it . Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .
It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide , out in the water . Looking more intently I reared that it wasn’t just any bird but rather an Eagle . I remained for a bit longer . I began hoping that I’d get to witness his flight and just as I stood up to go this wonderful bird took flight from his perch .
He soared with such grace and beauty . I stood watching , taking it in , and whispering ” thank you .”
The silly needs space to be free . It is a way of healing old , emotional wounds . A way of releasing the weight of needless burdens . It is a way of opening the path to spontaneity and that is where limitless thinking is born .
Self imposed barriers …where are they born ? From the fears of adults that we were your caregivers when you were young ? The teachers that intimidated you in school ? From the people that told you that your ideas were foolish ?
Your beauty comes from a deep soul . Courage and light gathered throughout an arduous
journey . One of kindnesses given when ugliness roared in your direction . Stamina that rose
up despair and carried you to your wisdom . Willingness , oh the the willingness to see the
reason and to imagine the victory at the other end . Grace , it is the light shining outward from
The warmth of gathering oneself and welcoming a quiet rest and all the while a piece of my spirit roams free . Moving along and suddenly the beloved moon catches hold of me . A magnetic attraction and a timeless song to the soul bringing one home .
The moon calls to a place of infinite wisdom and I off I go to the water’s edge again and again . It both soothes and ignites restlessness . The power of creation waiting for it’s moment to be born and looking to the moon for release and recognition . It befriends your mysteries and holds them dear .
The winds came with such force ,
that the water became wildly beautiful and free .
Stone walls and cement slabs are little more than a notion during some moments like these .
Releasing old limbs , the trees do us a favor . They keep themselves alive …and wise and
ready for new growth and new life .
The winds came with such force
that I fell in love with their wildness and recognize the freeness .
Feeling the storm upon my face and more dearly in my heart’s embrace of all that is true .
I celebrate it in ancient experiences carried all the way in the life of each cell .
I release tears , not always for today , but sometimes for moments far off from another time
or for moments still to come .
Draw a vision from star to star to star and from to tree to tree to tree
And be .
Early morning darkness delivers promises
of expectancy an dreams coming awake and kindness from unknown places .
The sorrows that live in your breath as joys come to knock and welcoming a flutter of
Love in your heart and suddenly there is a moment where you
are free .
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 ?
Separated from humanity . It is a lie . The US is WE and the WE is US .
One love is All love . One broken Woman , Man or child leaves us all broken .
Broken bits will be carried throughout the generations in our DNA .
When the stones are thrown the hurt inflicted will become part of your families inheritance .
Do you see you beyond today ?
Today’s creation lives beyond what you hold in your hand . And in your heart .