Follow the footsteps. Follow the sound.
There is potential to lift off the ground.
There is tremendous power. The power to soar and glide.
Take the chance and opportunity. Touch the sky.
Enjoyment comes from within to light a path profound.
Gracing you with glory. The universe has one crowned.
Hold on. Pause. Breathe, dear one.
You got this. (And more.)
Stranger is not strange to you.
Embracing all, as it is, is not new to you.
Going with the flow.
Changing coarse.
This, you know.
So, hold on. Pause. Breathe, dear one.
You got this. As you always do.
Mini step. No regret. Nothing holding back.
Looking now as what came through, it’s wild.
Like a photograph. Captured in a time of beauty.
Frozen in a moment.
This all started with a mini step. No regret.
Letting it all go.
Heartfelt laughter filled the air.
Crisp with sounds of fun and cheer.
Finding a moment or two
To look at the world and laugh. It’s true.
Always amused by the way the light filters
Through the glass on a clear morn.
How the patterns resemble hearts, catterpillars, squiggly lines
which remind me of the early drawings that hung on the refrigerator.
Smiling at that. Amused at the fact, the sun can deliver a memory
worth savoring, shift slightly and create something new.
Always amused by the way the mind works in undulating patterns.
Appearing random, but intricately laced together to form a life
of pleasure, woven through the tapestry of time, beating to a rhythm
uniquely mine. A rhythm easily and always amused.
Filling the air with laughter and joyous noise.
Enough to bring this life a glorious choice.
The choice to remain always amused.
The path is opening wider up ahead.
The width is vast, wide, meadow land.
Prosperity and abundance dance together there.
In this land of higher levels, golden rays percolate.
Souls revel in the magic and delight that is.
Mist rises, rainbows appear, trees glow with life.
Abundance is in everything. Gratitude is breath.
Love glows mightily, brightly bouncing off the souls of everything.
In that moment, it will be clear, forever more.
The trees shiver with anticipation.
Pumping life into the sleepy limbs.
Soon the buds, then the leaves, then the birds galore.
It’s the quiet, prepping time, before the growth begins.
The silent humming, branches strumming, birds singing strong.
Belting out melodies to help wake the trees with song.
The songs wake everything. The anticipation is strong.
How much longer is not known, but soon winter will be gone.
I love when things cannot be explained by the rational mind,
yet the heart sings merrily at the sight of them.
I love looking at calm waters in anticipation of what might lie underneath,
and marveling at the reflections morphing into patterns, forming
images of days before and ahead, or maybe in between.
I love when the sun is so high, so bright, the world feels so large and hazy,
as if everything were possible, as if everything were layed out like the clothes for
the party, as if the moon has aligned at that moment…As if.
I love…
too boldly for some, but I cannot dim it, not anymore.
đź’• Carrie
I long to be free.
Free from theses constraints, these shackles,
holding me, locking me, closing me.
I long to be free.
Free to explore.
Free to move.
To breathe.
To live fully.
Yet, when I look closely at these constraints.
They are not constraints at all.
They are experiences.
They are opportunities.
They are choices.
They will free me if I choose.
If I choose to embrace them for what they are.
If I choose to let them go.
If I choose to see them differently.
There.
Right there.
Is when the power returns.
Empowering.
I HAVE a choice!
I have a choice to live fully.
I have a choice to live freely.
I have a choice to live lovingly,
Forever more.
Tippy towing through life.
Light and airy.
Full of delight.
Tripping on shoelaces, sidewalk cracks, slight uneven surfaces.
Wondering what the purpose is.
Until another thing catches the eye.
Thoughts, goodbye.
