i turned onto the narrow path leaves mixed with snow beneath my feet and smiled the earth so near to me here so dear so open and kind though frozen for now the tree standing unstrong but upright holding on to a force from within i breathe and look up the sky is blue a little bit i'm walking home via the park today around the bend i hear a song i know that song that bird from way back home it was so nice to hear it here across the grass i walk passed the smoking chimney that takes me back away from here to a place in the mountains winter night no sound but breaths from souls and squeaking snow beneath our boots climbing the steep old roman path d'suschta to nani's house the exact same smell in the air our house yes ours it was for 300 years they said now it is the neighbor's this too did pass and i am home again from the park and thank G-d for it
My Soul Man
I know him intimately well, have been looking for him all my life. Now we're close, I can sense it, to finally meet, again. Him and I. No. Him and i, equals, partners completing, expanding, enhancing, supporting each other in every way. I believe, our time has come. Don't you? Preparing to be married for the rest of our lives therefore, is what I'm focused on these days. May we live long and happily ever after as they say, but mean it differently, in the best possible way, than Hollywood conveys. I know one thing for sure, The journey I'm still on, the last leg of it, You, my dear, are there already waiting for me at the destination where we shall meet.
And yet, I am the one on shore. You are out at sea, searching for me. Until it's destined from Above I'm keeping my light. So, you may see it when you're near at night and choose to join me here.
I wonder
what might be, will be, tomorrow? The day of rest for me. war? It already is. peace? It too already is. What? Where? Is this relative? No. It isn't relative or dependent on anything. All is, always has been. Our perception of it changes, just like the moon waxes and wanes, sometimes we don't see any of it at all and yet, it's there behind a bunch of clouds in full glory. It is always there circling our Earth, or maybe it is the other way around? I know, Judge, science has an opinion and so do I. I like to wonder about opposites a lot these days. A gift, buried in a dangerously explosive place? It must be there, that must be it! Just look a little closer! You might see it, yet. Look until it reveals itself. You'll see. You'll see, very soon, you'll see it all and understand. For now, rest up dear friend. It's been a day, a week, a month of up and downs, a year, in fact! All of it has always been and is. Remember that.
New old me
Everything is different now; Where sadness reigned, joy stepped in its place. Where doubt was creeping around, trust made light. Where tears were common place, dance, song and music plays. Oh, how long ago it seems! How lovely of a gift, of gifts! Diamonds will never measure up! How grateful I've become and am for all that seemed so hard, so barely bearable back then! How wonderful and beautiful life is from this vantage point! I will never go back. Thank YOU for all that YOU've sent my way these years. I wouldn't want to miss a tear. And now let's go discover all that was and is, so much yet to find! I love YOU, too! I do.
Life, death, a dialogue
I wish…
What?
I could change people’s minds, help them see the bigger picture, the one even I can’t see but know is there, the one that I believe, if everyone knew, would cause us to recognize how we’re all connected and one.
That time is not yet here.
I know and am sorry to hear. There’s a heaviness in my heart for the week ahead here in this place we call America, the land of the free. Free it is, but who will see what is free? Our founding fathers did not mean free to kill each other, to lie, to cheat, though they too, did all of that. Their intent was one of striving to higher grounds. Freedom for that, I must believe.
If not that, freedom has no meaning, it is not here, does not exist. Because then we’re all slaves to our egos, our fears, the stories in our heads about the other. That’s not free.
We were never free to choose the opposite of good, not really. We’re called to more than that!
How do you answer?
That’s where the dialogue comes in. This is the dialogue, our life!
Every situation, a question from a higher place, a call, a text, S.O.S. to action, do good, choose good, think good, make your purpose count right now, right here, I need you, please!
How do you respond?
Decline the call? Let it go on voicemail, once again? Against your conscience you do, or choose not to, telling yourself it’s not worth it anyway? Or do you answer in the best most honest way you know how? Honoring the otherness, the different kind, seeking to understand what drives it? What makes it act this way?
What will happen is not up to you, or me. What is, is to answer the call. We must, that is what it means to be free to me, to be alive or not.
What is it to you?
A feather
She gave me a feather. My sense is, it was intended for writing. Laid in a beautiful and old, simply carved wooden box it was. On her face a smile, so warm, so trusting, so knowing that i would know what to do with it. That i would understand the mystery and use it.
What bird it came from i don’t know. Eagle, maybe? The feather my father once got me from a Native American Indian in Switzerland came to mind. The play about the seven fires, it reminded me of, the purpose to always remind me of my roots, no matter what and where i’d be. This, too, i was reminded of with this feather she gave me as a gift.
What did she mean to convey? Remember your roots, yes, they are not where you thought they were. You’ll yet discover them and the place, reconnect and feel the vibrancy of your own ancient history. Carried by the wind, light, floating on the waves, used to clean the crumbs the night before the night that’s different from all the others. Like that feather she may have meant. Did she? I think this, too and more.
Like what? You said your sense was it is intended for writing. Yes? You’re right, it is. Why the feather and not a pen? Ah! There’s a mystery hidden within. Feathers came long before pens. Yes, and? More about my roots? Maybe.
One googles things one does not know. So did i; What is the meaning of feathers? Based on an article by wootandhammy.com feathers have always been associated with freedom, transcendence and communication with spiritual realms. It asks: “what was i thinking when it appeared? What does it mean to me now?”
Hm. I’ve been asking for a sign three days ago, that the Almighty Creator remembers me and that the path i chose is right. That there is nothing else i need to do now but trust, have faith and remember that love is patient.
The feather is my sign. And where i received it confirms more than i could have ever asked for. A dream come true i didn’t even know yet to dream until the beam of light took me there to meet her, 46 years from now. She looked good, lovely really and a little twinkle of mischief bound with deep love and complete joy, i thought i saw in her eyes.
Thank you stars, thank you moon, thank you Shirzad, for the gift and Leah for the journey. Thank you, old wise woman, for your gift to me!
Breaking free!
See the edges of those petals? No, I mean, really see, focus in on them!
From my own rivers of thinking, conditioned over 52 years, believing, seeing, perceiving my world, my way The shackles of my mind or is it in my mind? Who cares!? Stickler! See, what I mean? Shackles It takes time to write a post and I don't have enough right now Shackles You need a theme! Shackles It can't just be a line or two! Shackles This may not be your thing after all! Shackles Focus on your job! You've got a lot to do! And face it, you're creative juices are running low! Notice all the mistakes you're making? All the inconsistencies? Really? You don't care?????!!!! You?! See the frizzly edges of those purple petals? Breaking free is what that did to me, today! Oh, yes, I do care! Very much! You know! That is why I'm breaking free from the shackles of my mind, the part that hinders me, belittles me, wants to prove me wrong, no friend does that! You are tall, wise, smart and good enough is quite alright! You do well under pressure, You persevere, You lead in uncertainty all the time, You love and are loved, And there's nothing You have to do to earn it! You are success right now, right here! Thank YOU! YOU sound like a friend and YOU're right, I'll be very well prepared for tomorrow's session. Thank YOU for being here, always!
high in the sky
where the clouds glide high in the sky where the birds fly high in the sky where the butterfly spreads its wings high in the sky where the airplane leaves its line high in the sky where darkness expandsContinue reading “high in the sky”
Breathless soul
In honor of all whose breaths fed and keep feeding my soul. Thank you!
Diversity
Immediately my mind judges; Good! Wait! Not so fast, mind bot! Not so fast! Let’s look, let’s smell, let’s listen and explore a little first!Continue reading “Diversity”
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