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When I looked up from the Waves

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 .

 

The Gift of an Eagle

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 .”

Freeeeeeeee

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 ?

Free to choose the direction , free from the past and free from tomorrow .  Where  the  heart yearns to go is where I must follow . 

Victory Unknown

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

       your heart that surrounds you with grace .

Restful Mystery

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 light that is sought will be found in the soothing , quiet of the dark  .  

Wild Winds

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 .

The wildly beautiful winds that come , they churn things up ,  bringing freedom as they pass . 

 

 

 

Star to Star …

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 .