Joyous hand holding in a dream or was it you ? When you were there , you weren’t there .
And I loved you still . Lessons for hearing my heart and soaring free …and to believe .
It’s up to me .
Dancing thoughts anchored by the presence of you now twirling freely
and
leaping into adventures of this world and into ancient threads of humanity .
The power of release in a heartbeat and tender moments will never die . 
When i loosen the hold on the mirror in my hand it’s easy notice the heart muscle relax . The stories in the image that I see could change when they are set free . Those stories ask me for freedom from time to time and I consider it for a bit . And then it’s time to explore .
There is delicious laughter to be had and it’s free though sometimes there needs to be a reminder to seek it out . Then , of course , is the courage . It’s magnificence can go unnoticed if you can imagine . It’s so dear and sometimes life changing . You may only notice it’s friend known as fear but courage often slips in quietly and opens a door . And there is freedom .
Heartbreak has it’s own odd rewards . It might bring you to yourself and it might twist and turn you until you know that you can set it free . Tears create comfort in their release freeing you heal nearly unknowable woes .
When you clearly there is love and know it as a true companion you are free .
The wild so real it’s beautiful . It runs so deep that all the thorns have fallen away and turned into dust . As it opens up , stretching ever wider , it’s magnificence will envelop your heart . There may be a song to ignite the stirrings or a lullaby to soothe the spirit’s lonely wanderings .
There is joy in the beautiful , wild road . It seeks for you all the while that you sleep . And it holds your heart so dear that the comfort that you feel becomes real . Feel the lightness in the touch of the stars when they dance in your eyes . It’s an invitation to twirl with all of your heart.
The beautiful , wild road will show you the magnificence that is you . 
It lends itself your fears .
Deeper still a light shines through and forgives the tears .
Yearning to know compassion ,
learning to know …
Is this freedom ?
When the Spirit is Free
Home . Not a place on the map .
Home . A place to store the fears ,
Home . Aches relieved .
Home. A broken heart healed .
Home . At long last ….home .
Amidst my own fury and sight retreated from any view , suddenly , I hear a whisper . Cease the fury and be gone so that i might hear . I love to hear the loving murmurs directing me to be strong . The whispers of comfort reminding me of love’s endless life and the nudges that bring me home to who I am .
‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″
Oh I how I breath in deeply at the sight of the new day .
Leaving room for wondering , leaving room for you dear yesterday .
Sometimes I speak to you in the night and wait in vain for your reply .
And sometimes the mystery of the night is my cloak of comfort and inspiration to fly .
If we all were to carry around one word on placard , large and visually imposing ,
stating who we are . One word mind you , what would yours be ?
It would be everyone’s first impression of you and linger and linger ….
and attaching itself to the forces that guide your life .
When I see you as more then it makes it possible for us to become our dreams .
When the Spirit is Free
Startled and also anticipating a walk with some adventure in it , her thoughts turned to the
stone that had hit the window . It had reminded her that the stillness inside was a temporary
state and that the wildness of nature has much say on any given day .
She liked feeling close to the trees and to the sky . And to the elements has they came …
and then went . She once mentioned this to a stranger some years ago and he merely looked
at her with nothing much to say . A pity she thought since it could have been a delightful
conversation .
“oops” there I go again she thought , wandering in my thoughts . This day won’t last forever …
Each step down the hall was light so that the cold floor just barely teased her bare feet .
Warm cup of tea in hand she headed towards a sweater . The raucous sounds of the winds
had quieted a bit now and the tension in the air had dissipated .
She began humming nothing in particular and it was , after all , absentminded .
The preparations for an outing continued . The anticipation for having an adventure was
revealing itself in the beats of her heart . The well worn softness of her favorite sweater being
pulled down over her head was comforting and brought a smile to her face . “Mmmmm….” as
she stretched . A light heartedness came over her and her thoughts became most optimistic .
Pausing at the window nearest to her bed …” how are the birds doing in all of this wind ? ” she
thought . ” They know what to do . An internal , ancient guidance alive and well in their veins
unlike humans with so much left to the fickle fate of wants and desires . ” She twirled and
twirled again humming louder and her feet warm with woolen socks .
THUD . She jumped , just a little . A small rock had been kicked up by a random wind and hit a
window pane .
……to be continued
blchapman 