Peaceful Flurries

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Snow falls peacefully.

Wind blows fast and hard.

I hate missing you

throughout this chill.

Winter has taken over

inside of me,

numbing what I know,

freezing all reality

as I stare into the coldness.

Silence appears

laying in the whiteness…

I wish I was snow

and you

the shovel scooping,

unearthing,

gathering

me up towards you.

The beauty of moments

is that you never know

when you are making

a cherished memory.

Mine hold many of us

frozen somewhere in time.

The Nature of Patience

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There are mornings I wake hearing the earth stretching and yawning.  I sit on my sofa staring out the glass doors onto the pond, the backdrop of mountains and valley hearing a slight reaching and adjusting of nature.  It doesn’t happen every day.  But, when I witness this softness, endless gratitude of earth, sky and water I find a sense of serenity beyond anything else in my life.  I find Spirit sitting with me and allowing me to reach a place of awareness that is unlike anything else.

This morning we woke to snow and the purity of a landscape exhaling the colors of fall.  I don’t know why snow always reminds me of patience.  I guess it’s the whiteness, the serenity of it all waiting on the surface to be melted.  I am reminded again of slowing down.  We are constantly rushing, moving, in a chaos that from the Heavens must look like an ant farm.  The earth doesn’t ask permission to sit, rest and enjoy the breeze…it just does it.  Nature doesn’t question unworthiness, loneliness, isolation or anger.  It loves her presence in her space.  Nature is compassion and patience and love all embodied in Spirit.

Peaceful Quest Retreats

Storms come and go.  The snow pours and melts.  Autumn changes and falls.  It is all an easy willingness and an acceptance of nature.  Nothing happens without a reason, and the earth welcomes each movement with respect and patience.  There is so much there to be admired and learned from each particle of existence.  And, today is a beautiful reminder, with the first snow fall, that it’s time to let go and appreciate the softness of it all.  It’s time to move through the unknown and allow things to fall as they must just like the snow.  There’s no need to push, pull or resist.

It is so easy to forget where we are and where we are going while traveling in our lives.  It is impossible at times to embrace the moment and breathe in.  Even if you don’t live by the ocean, or the countryside, or even the mountains, you have to find a balance in a place to make room for nature.  Whether it is walking to a park, or sitting outside for a little bit, you have to sit in the vastness of this world.  Once you are centered with it you can see the perspective of your own existence and dwelling.  Things start to slow down, shift and make ground for the next chapter.  Have a moment to witness God’s magnificent creativity in our world.

Welcome your day with gratitude, a prayer, a cup of java and the presence of your amazing soul.  “Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Radical Randomness

 

Somewhere in the middle

of discomfort

lies peace

waiting to be embraced

again

soon.

The thunder pounds outside,

inside,

drumming against my chest

as I wait for sleep.

The rain whips the windows

with heaviness

as my emotions

run down,

trickling to the pond

and I

find dreams  moving

further       and               further              away

while thoughts of you move

closer & closer.

Tonight I miss you

through this torrential excess

that perfectly sets

the backdrop for

what we do best…

love one

another

endlessly

without

a beginning_______ line

or

an end.

 

“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” – Bob Marley

Drizzling into Dreamland

Murmurs of relief

escape the ground,

sighing in unison

and I gasp to catch my breath –

first quickly

then

gently

as I find rhythm to the wind

hollowing

outside

and inside

of me.

Rain falls

into a

deep

stretch

leaving fog,

moisture,

mugginess

kissing and forcing

my world to

Vanish.

Heavily.

Into.

Sleep.

Raindrops

 

Thumb-thumb

against the windows

first slowly, teasing the glass like a lover

wanting to enter

and then a monsoon appears

orgasmic gestures of passion

fall harder and deeper onto the earth.

A surge of electricity

brings the drops

in a barrage of erratic signs

cleaning the ground

leaving me empty of sleep tonight.