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Peace in Moments

To be in peace and joy , to fulfill a purpose known or unknown . To deepen my

understanding thereby strengthening connection to all of life . To explore ideas,

actions, states of being and to simply be . To simply breathe and sense the miracle that

is all around and the threads that are me running through it all blending or bumpy

…there is both freedom and anchors in the joys and sorrows . Looking to be beyond

the stars as well as meadows sprinkled with blooms and to delight and roar in oceans

near and far .

Flowing Waters

Close to home water flows , slightly risen above the surface and yet reaches deeply

into one’s soul .

Sounds , eyes closed , of timelessness and possibility .

Light , eyes open , both playful and solemn .

Observance may become storytelling and a meditation with nature a poem as a guide .

What Does It Require to Alter Perception ?

The lie of victimhood having emboldened frustration tries to justify death . Each sacred breath divvied up into worthy or expendable …what’s next ?

It’s time to remind that free speech is responsibility . Not a weapon for one’s own use .

We are limitless in what and how we create and those that choose actions grounded in truth , integrity and compassion lead the way for longevity for the human race .

Experiences hold a key to changing perceptions and when ….that’s not on the table

where do we go from here ?

The soul of humanity is being fully explored . It’s light and it’s darkness are rising to the surface . Meeting face to face and discerning it’s direction .

When the dark comes knocking then it’s time to look and time to rise .

Time to make changes with fearlessness .

A Single Breath Floats Quietly Towards the Heavens

Walking and walking only for the sake of being .  Chains become freedom and whispers become  words . Words that release the power of connection to lifetimes past ,  this moment here and now and of the dreams yet to materialize .

The steps become an expansive mind .  The mind moves away from ego and boundaries between the earth and spirit are moving within each other  easily .  I may become one with it’s flow as mightily  as with you .

And the magnificence  held so dear in a single moment , in a single breath floats quietly towards the heavens .  It is celebrated amongst the stars and with  each beating heart is remembered  .

The Promise

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

and

joy for the light to follow .

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 .