What colors will I choose to color this grey morning? A swath of blue calms my spirit. A streak of lemon-yellow stirs joy with desire. A dot of red brings heat to heart. When mixed, I feel the energy of earth and rest in harmony with all the colors before and within me.
I find repose in this spectrum of light and hue. The tranquil rose that reads like a poem. The dark and white contrast of eagle that soars above my home and head. The brown tannin of the river that flows at the edge of our land.
I settle into color secure in my place on earth. For now—in this moment—this grey morning transforms into the colors of peace.
Mile upon mile we travel home carried by images of known spaces, bed, and comfort. When we enter it all appears new as if seen for the first time, yet all so familiar and loved. The memories of laughter, children, and celebrations awaken from slumber having awaited our return. Home—brought back to life through the oxygen of presence.
While the vibrant sound of violins flows into my ears, I hear the outside voices of children in squeals and laughter as ocean waves crash upon the shore. An image of porpoise at play witnessed earlier in the day enters my imagination and melds into this orchestral dance.
All the sounds and images in this moment create an ensemble that rises in my heart as a spiritual crescendo of: anticipation, proclamation, and annunciation.
Spirit rejoices in the ordinary moment of a day to burst forth in joy, beauty, play, and re-creation. It must express itself with desire to be heard and seen. To be alive.
Open your heart to this day, for all you desire waits in your hands. Open the fist of anger and release love. Open the heart of pain and release peace. Open the mind of fear to the realm of possibility— creation. It is alive in this moment: our choice, our dream, ours to create, as we step into this day.
Feet stroll through sands as crystal grains sift between toes, and I connect to eons of earth transitions— weathered mountains washed to the sea. Time passes and evolution forms us. We shift in body toward crystalline light. One with change, we are altered through time, and amble through life washed in beauty.
Feet grounded in now I seek to fly to then To heights beyond my imagining To see from above To soar in freedom As I release my feet from the anchor of earth And trust I will return refreshed and renewed, My spirit carrying both the wisdom of the heights And the memory of solid ground.
Many are experiencing a very human desire to escape the difficulties that arise in these days of constant change. We at times need to step away to gain perspective and find a bit of balance that helps us ground in our breath, rest our nervous system, and experience moments of respite and renewal. Wishing each of us these moments through actual travel, meditation, guided imagery, reflection, contemplation, dance, art, or any of the many ways available to us to lift our spirit and let it soar.
What if there were a prayer like an incantation, one to be recited, or sung—if you could carry a tune— echoing around the world like the wood pigeon’s call, five notes radiating as light rays fill the sky announcing: “Morning has arrived”.
What if, I ask, because I wonder what might bloom in our hearts if we held five words to lift us into the dawn— could they luminate our path through starless nights of change, surprise, and dread where daily news suspends us in silent, trembling pause?
Focus. Sing out. A clear message.
One that says: Lift your hearts today. Let love be your guide. My joy illuminates.
Could we, in unison, each in our own language of hope, sing until certainty rises that dawn has arrived, and all are bathed in new light.
Could we sing together and dispel the darkness that seeps through shadowed corners, permeating rooms of despair? Could we try?
There lies hope: Our one honest prayer of life. Together we could light the universe.
Formed knowing it will meet a crushing wave, she dedicates herself to what brings her joy. Though words may scatter like spray in the wind, through uncertainty and half-formed understanding, I persist until that moment of clarity— "Ah, I see!"— throws open my heart's door. I press forward with words and images, offering my spirit in this moment to the welcoming ocean.
Today we finally have a connected site for my blog, art, spiritual companion information, and a soon to be better functioning shop page. It has been 6 weeks of up and down, uncertainty, then certainty, then back to frustration. A big thanks to my nephew, Aaron, for all his hard work. It has been a few hours and I am still trying to take it in and trust it.
Migration out of WP is not easy, not what I expected, and not strait-forward but I am hopeful it will be worth it in the end. If nothing else, I have defiantly learned a great deal about what goes on behind the scenes of a wordpress page. Did I really want to know???
I am sending out this post to make sure my email subscribers are receiving an email, I show up in the reader, and that I show up in the socials. If you are missing your normal way of receiving a post from me, especially via email, please let me know. Many emails were dropped in the process and listed as blocked. I will be working on that from my end as well.
I will be back next Sunday with a regular scheduled post. Yay!
The world over, wherever we roam— sea or mountain, snow or sand— may we unfold our hearts and breathe in what dwells before us.
Even in devstation, we glimpse a lone caterpillar or a single mushroom, yearning toward light and pressing forward into new life, and we pause this moment to witness it all.
Sure as the heart cycles through sorrow then joy in seeing the sky unfurled above, or the quiet grace of drawing breath after breath, we claim what is ours to experience, in this moment, the only one.
