Soul Windows....

Today I cleaned the windows of my soul

It has been a very long time
 Since I gazed out of these windows

Funny...... I thought others could see in my windows
with their frilly curtains and knickknacks embellishing the sill

And I waited for them to show themselves

"Why do they not come" ?
I asked myself on countless sleepless nights

If I could not see out,
how then .......could another see in?

Today I cleaned the windows of my soul
And with new perspective gazed upon the world
I rearranged the knickknacks on the sill
and cleaned also the dwelling place of my soul

Once I become comfortable within my soul again ........
I will share it with others, selectively

Until that time ....my frilly curtains remain closed
honoring the stillness I seek.....
inside the windows of MY soul

On YOUR Way?

The way we go;

together or alone

The ways we have gone

Before, now, when......how?

Why do I move in the directions I do?

And you in yours?

What force aligns your way with  mine...

What then pulls us apart...

is it the same.....opposing or connected

It matters not

The way we go is the way we choose regardless of the cause

Be it "forced" upon us or gifted to us

We own the feet and the intention that

propel us into the wave of the way

Are you going your way?

Are you aware of the choices you are making?

Or, have you given your power to the

way of another?

 Gaze down for a brief aware moment

Are those your feet down there?

Or do you see the trodden soil of another

as you walk obediently behind them?

Allow YOUR way

it is the only true home

your feet shall ever 
KNOW

Your way is........

YOUR path

Truth reflected......

I see myself in the mirror of my life

the self I am today reflects the self

I have been, yet also

the self I am becoming

In the mirror of my truth

I see NOW

Is NOW not then?

Is NOW not coming as well?

I rest in the knowledge of NOW

I allow the wisdom of NOW

I am illuminated by the

Mirror of my truth

NOW

Below the surface of NOW

the magic is created

I am helped and haunted by

memories of NOWs gone by

Peace envelopes me fully

As I settle into the waves

Diving deeply when 

called to the dark, seductive depths

The voice of my truth

constant, vibrating

Guiding and supporting

my journey

NOW

And it does know.....

Wow, it has been a while since I last sat down and quieted myself with Dan and his art so I could write again. I knew when I returned from Peoria that the timings around my excursions with him would revamp and transition. I knew my heart would know when it was time to extract the wisdom inside of me again.

And here I am with this perfect song presented as a much welcomed gift.


There is not much to convey today, other than the truth that the heart knows, the soul knows and the body follows. If we can allow that to be true, we can learn to give ourselves respite and permission to just BE when and however we need to. 

That is all, that is what I came to say today. Give yourself permission to BE, however the BEing presents itself.

As I sign off, The Reach comes on.......Hello, family! <3 While I do miss you, I feel your love within me stronger each day.

The Mist Lifts

The Mist lifts......once again I feel myself in my life, in my body, in my mind, yet outside it

The Mist that occluded my sight, now parts and disappears......it shall come another day

Next time, Mist, I promise to allow you to envelope me as you teach me about my own....wisdom

Next time Mist, I will speak profoundly of the deeply gifted visits you have bestowed upon me.

As you lift, Mist, so does my spirit,and I thank you for your brief, yet intense sojourn....once again.

The leaves.....leave

I found many leaves this weekend while walking gently upon the wooded body of my mother Gaia.

These leaves that leave their  lofty post each year and float down to the hard ground, resting there, rotting....and in their rotting, providing a lush beginning for other life, other organisms that will feed upon them. How noble a cause, how peaceful an existence......to shade us all for many long, hot and steamy months, and then to gracefully fall, fall down to depths unknown. In the falling, new life is given the chance for an existence also.

Thank you, feathers of the trees, for honoring your station in this life... cycle after cycle, year after year.

We can learn so much from your graceful exit, your inspired leaving, your honor of your purpose and your mission.

Ah, to be like the leaves of the trees.....

what cost the sacrifice?

have you given all you got?

feel a kinship to Lot?

turning your cheek to the daily assault

only to find your self drowning in the salty

reality of your tears?

yep, me too........until NOW

  in the dark, growing in the peace of not knowing

upon my face has been etched a weary scowl

today I release it and send it off flowing

to its destination far from here

i make my own choices today

even if they are the wrong ones

i honor the act of getting out of my own way

i will wrote a new script and toss the re runs

and make clean my life accounts now in arrears

onto the task of righting the scales

off to the life I own

  i am not defined merely by my tales

and my gifts are sharp and honed

i take the unknown as a companion, constanlty near