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 .
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 . 
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 . 
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 ?
Leave the door open , at least a crack or more , so that the treasures may find you . 
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 .
I heard the birds singing this morning as it were spring . it was like a sweet , gentle smile opening across one’s face . Sun inspiring whimsey and a dash of hope in such a way that i was nearly fooled . Fooled into thinking that spring was near rather than the fall and approaching winter .
Expanding dreams in the warm rays of sunlight is easy and sweet . A joyous dance in ideas and amongst roads yet to be seen . Unfolding a layer and releasing all barriers in thought , word and deed .
I am happy to know what I don’t know so that I will learn as i go . 
Many times it is the sleeping giants that are the ones that save us from ourselves . The quiet voice in the threads of our longest relationships that illuminate our courage and compassion as well as the deepest fears that cause us to push love away .
Forgiveness sleeps and waits to be called . Always ready to bring comfort and to light the dimness in the hall . Many times it is the first in line and can free you from yourself .
Compassion flows like blood through the heart where there are no blocks . Otherwise it gets stuck and hardens the heart . Something so strong can be so fragile and damage may set in while we sleep .
Willingness to know beyond our own private gate and invite the world to show us other ways free from hate .
These are a few of our sleeping giants and I say ” Let them awaken ! ” 
I will find my way to the next side road . I will venture out into what seems unknown .
It may be a simple touch that brings new direction . And with it’s smile my heart will be known
for a second . The comfort lives in moments that embrace the fears and look for the side roads .
I must break free to breathe again . The power of life chooses when to burn as a fire or to
flow easily as a stream . The heartbreak of one is the heartbreak of humanity and will not go
down without a break in the hate .. The heartbeat of one will rise like the heartbeat of all and
break free to breathe again .
There are voices in the trees telling an unseen world of injury and giving lessons for healing
and there are righteous songs among the animals teaching of a courageous path to
break free to breathe again .
Each time this one human heart is fractured by the weight of despair, by the actions of lost
souls ,
renewal arrives in the power of a new moment , determination unrelenting , and the grace of
life in each breath
leads us to break free and breathe again .
‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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