Moving through the restless ego and the dearest friend of a lifetime in spirit . The journey of the creative heart unfolding , it’s whims and battles within the mind and soul breathing . It is the dance and awakening and release that fuels yearnings . in the deepest, slow breath intimacy with a mystery is realized in the creation of art and use of words . Together they sing .
It began with meeting you in unexpected places . My heart rising to the surface and bits of my soul exposing it’s weaves of color and textures gathered through the ages . Questions and acceptance , not always in that order , came with each breath . And each breath has a purpose.
Deep breath in so as to welcome the sights of love which sometimes masquerades as rebellion . Deep breath out so as to give delight alive in courage . Have you stood in the silence of your breathing and listened ?
She stood , her breathing light , and wondered about the life of this bird . A seemingly sweet
Red Robin that had kept coming into view . It reminded her of some sort of a dance . But what
dance might this be ? The forest has a secret life she thought and what will it reveal to me
Glimmers of sunshine streaming through the trees in places . It was hopeful and playful . It
made her smile . She felt , suddenly, like twirling about . Then the Robin , startled by
something unseen , flapped it’s wings rather furiously and it frightened her as well .
The winds picked up strength and caused the window panes to rattle fiercely . A shiver ran up
her spine as a small gasp escaped from in between her lips . This morning’s outing was
seeming to evolve into a challenge . The tea was ready and she cliched the cup , mellowing
with the warmth , feeling soothed and her spirit revived . ” I could loose myself in a day such
as this one ” she said aloud absentmindedly .
Can you loose yourself in the wanderings of the heart ? Or is that exactly when
you find yourself ? Now back to our story ….
Glancing down the hall she caught sight of her fine , woolen scarf . A deep purple , soft and
with a delicate weave of subtle earth tones interspersed . Perfect for today’s outing .
The enthusiasm for the new day was ignited in her spirit by her love of the unknown alongside
the comforts of home . “Snap to it ! ” she thought . Time to get ready or this day will be gone !
…….to be continued
As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .
Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later a bit of rustling amongst the trees
outside had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language all of
their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against them ? ” Slowly her head turned towards the
kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees . Suddenly …
A powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up . Startled , just a bit , she turned her
attention towards the kettle . Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down
and just then the steam set off the whistle .
Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm .
To be continued ….