
Healing descends in my long walks through the forest now,
leaves falling, twirling
taking my breath away as I realize the simplicity
of healing,
the reality
of what love can do.
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When my mind is still, my heart can listen, a silent warfare against the noise, the disturbance of a distant wind.
I will never understand the whirlwind, but in the forest there is shelter, a wholeness waiting,
saying, “Here is the way”. A softer tone, a stream flowing over,
and sending me into the far away,
and back again, at the same time,
drifting, and following the light
through the trees,
allowing my heart to listen.
When I am still, I am alive.
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And in the light dancing on the leaves, I knew then there was never a question of where to find wholeness,
or how the broken heart can mend. The leaves moved gently and the light spoke
as only light can speak. So I closed my eyes
allowing the healing
to begin.
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Peace draws close to a quiet heart,
a heart willing
to listen
and receive.
What is your spirit telling you?
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Note: I will be taking a blogging break, to work on some projects.
I will be reading your beautiful posts again on Wednesday.
I’ll be sharing some previous work all this week, until Friday.
Thank you so much for reading!
Peace.
What I remember most about the ocean is that you can let your spirit glide out over the surface of the water into infinity,
or is it that the infinity is within us? Either way, with the ocean and the rhythm of the waves, both are possible I think. And somehow
the concept of God
is unmistakable.
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