Chisel not my name onto elegant stone, so you that I love might become slave to a time and place that no longer holds my soul, to which you could become tied, lost in sorrow and life’s limitations.
Rather, joyfully cast my dust to the wind, so I may dance on the breeze, and one day as the leaves rustle gently overhead, you will feel me there, riding a ray of sunshine kissing your face, and I’ll whisper in your ear, “Remember to live free.”
Happy
True, real, enduring, happiness is being at peace with who we are.
Mysterious glim, fleeting light of forest nights. Magic extinguished.
A little magic for your Monday. Enjoy it while you can, as sadly the entrancing little insect that conjures childlike wonder is also on the endangered list. Our insects are disappearing at an epidemic rate.
Shrugging it off is not an option. Insects are at the bottom of the food chain. As they disappear, it affects every living creature that depends on insects for food, not to mention other repercussions related to the balance of nature. And on it goes. We may feel like it is mildly affecting us now, but later, perhaps not. The Monarch butterfly here, the firefly there,… where will it end? We humans like to think we are immune from extinction, but, are we?
If you’re wondering about the science behind fireflies, I found Scientific American’s How and why do fireflies light up? a very interesting read. When I was a kid, I thought fireflies were pure magic.
Do you realize? You are like Dorothy and her ruby shoes in the Wizard of Oz. The power to change your life, (and yes the world too!), has always existed within you. The challenge is to not let any external force convince you otherwise!
You were born with a tremendous amount of personal power at your disposal. The three most important internal tools to help you on your journey are:
When city voids me, I flee to garden refuge. Hummingbird dances.
Whale
Our telepathy meets in a monumental hello of two hearts.
I call, you come, and brush gently against the boat, crooning your love song.
Pausing a moment, is that a wink I detect? You flirt, then farewell!
Will you invite me to frolic in frothing waves? Besotted, I wait.
Memories
Sun dips in glass lake, apricot clouds color me, loon’s call haunts my heart.
Crimson Reverie
Friends send word that it’s a stellar autumn back home, punctuated with pics of unimaginable flushes of perfect color, ringing against deep blue skies, nudging my heart to impossible yearnings…
For long luxurious walks scented by Nature’s turning, the poignant musk of her full fruition, apricot and crimson ablaze with sunlight, her dazzling glow embracing me, bending my mood and contemplation.
Whoever could feel tired or defeated on such days?
I felt naught but goodness and rightness on these halcyon treks, Nature teaching me the natural way of everything – It is not death, but a tender “see you later”, only to rise up again, transformed in sweet green, bidding me “hello”, begging me to walk and talk of possibilities, plans, the rebirth of everything, including me.
But just for awhile, how my heart longs to stroll once again ‘neath that crimson.
All poems are from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life. This ebook is a free download in PDF format here. Please help yourself! 🙂
There was a time in Hawaii – I will never forget it – when the ocean spoke to me of freedom. A storm was blowing in from Japan, and word in the community was that within a couple of days the surfing would be stellar. That same night, my partner and I awoke at midnight to the thunderous sound of pounding waves. We headed out immediately to check it out at Makena Beach (also known as Big Beach) somewhat nearby.
This was one of the calmer beaches, not a surfer hangout. The waves were already spectacular! There were no man-made lights, save for several small dots twinkling way off in the far distance. When we arrived, the scene that lay before us took my breath away. Makena beach and the water were lit brilliantly by a magnificent full moon. Light clouds flitted in and out in the strong breeze. The rolling huge waves frothed white in the blazing moonlight, crashing wildly on the shore.
We took our shoes off and walked. The beauty and power of the scene were intoxicating, and my soul was unleashed in a way I had never experienced before.
I felt what it means to be just a human being on the Earth, and the inherent freedom of my soul. For just a little while, the pulse of nature ran through me like a jolt of electricity. I felt the wildness and joy of my essence. I was completely alive, and I did not want that feeling to end.
The wild, untamed places discovered in my travels without fail have this affect; they speak to my soul. And I have come to understand this: Our essence is freedom, and we must never let that go.
A brief quote about freedom from Shawshank Redemption:
“Sometimes it makes me sad, though… Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
Too many people don’t realize that their feathers are too bright to be caged. When that changes, the world also will change. It’s time to claim your bright feathers, if you have not done so already.
This is a repost from Sept. 2022 in response to “Danger and Wonder at Peggy’s Cove”, a recent post by my good friend Alegria at Life With Alegria. Her expression of intoxication surrounding her Atlantic Ocean experience reminded me so much of my own experience on a Hawaiian beach (with another ocean) many years ago. I highly recommend that you check out Alegria’s blog, where she explores the many facets of finding your joy in life.
Susan L Hart / Author 