Stamina called forward and on some days it barely stays . It does stay though and thankfully so . Choose to do a new action when it seems as if it might slip away and entice it to return . Deep sigh I can go on now with stamina by by side .
Purpose in each day is a search and rescue mission now . There are days when it appears with grace and ease and oh what a delight That is . And then the days arrive that attempt to steal the joy with the murmurings of lack and questions of now what ?
Gratitude has grown because it’s heard more easily now in the quieter days and nights of a society partly in mourning . The voice of a loved one might visit uplifting the spirit like a bountiful , beautiful garden . It’s the magnificent single moments that linger in the heart. Thankfully the smiles can still be felt and the kindness of stamina remains .
I transform the fears into a collection of beautiful , brilliant lights that dance feely into life . They transform the meadows into a plaything of wildflowers and colors . And twirl gently upwards into the sky becoming one with the stars . Life is love and life is one with all .
The weightiness of living with lists and must do and need to and then ….. pause . A beautifully quiet moment slips into place and envelopes your heart . A smile born from the timelessness of spirit breathes new life into a vision so joyous and free that it can dance with trees and then twirl amongst the stars .
The call of a bluebird is heard before it is seen and swoops out of a tree and flies overhead flashing it’s brilliant blue . I can see it another tree now and I gently move closer just to see . It is a beautiful vision on a cold , grey day and it’s as if it came say ” The beauty of life is always here in each breath and pause . It’s only you that goes away some days . ”
The power in your mind designs a new step while you rest . A step of boldness and beauty both folding in on each other and forming a star in the heavens above . The freedom to be or to turn the other way around or the freedom to delve deeply into mystery and then leave the page blank …a choice and it’s free .
To know fully what’s in your heart , and I do mean fully , then you are a step closer to being free. The moments that seem to disappear will remain with your heart if you were present though not free and the moments that are reciprocal in the upper world of love will lift a mind into healing .
There is a peaceful heart that can be born again and again ….and again . It is a choice and it is free .
Uneasiness creeps quietly towards any opening left unattended . That is awakening , the beginning to listening . The discomfort arrives to inspire and to move you . The breath taken in is relief to your mind . It is the promise of expansion and exploration . The breath released is the freedom to be in peace . Joyously and deliciously free to be past the fears.
The moon rise slides into place . It’s light inviting and inspiring . It commands your energy into new and ancient places . Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ? It’s glow could you bring you home some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet once again . On those rare nights when it catches hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom . Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising . It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there waiting to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .
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 ?
It was you along offering comfort through inspiration . Offering warmth in moments of fear and gentle nudges toward exploration of a beautiful , wild road .