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Restless Ego

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 . 

When I knew That it Was You

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 ?

It was you along  offering comfort through inspiration . Offering warmth in moments of  fear and gentle nudges toward exploration  of  a beautiful , wild road . 

The Red Robin on the Path : The Gates are Opening …….continued

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

today ?

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 Hues of the New Day

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 .

 

A Red Robin on the Path …..

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

 

 

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…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 ….