Life’s Melody

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When I’m Quiet, I can Hear It.

I realized Today my Heart hears it before I do.

Walking Charlie in the Spring air today, my heart Stirred. I felt it Lift and Soar and Jump in my Chest.  A Warmth spread like honey warmed by the sun in my sweater and a small smile started to coax the corners of my mouth.  I couldn’t help it, my head slowly rose to the sky as my breath became Deep and Full in my tummy.

A warm gust of air brushed little strands of hair across my face.  Ice snapped and crackled under my boots.  A bird sang a hopeful song.  And there it was.  A Melody.  Life’s Melody.  Awakening my senses and stirring me Once More.

I love you Life.  Sing to Me Again.  Wake me Up to Your Pleasures.  Make me Dance this Beautiful Dance with you.

You’re the Ultimate.

I Love You.

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Quand je suis Calme, je peux L’entendre.

J’ai realize au’jourd’hui que mon coeur l’entend avant moi.

Marcher Charlie dans l’air du printemps au’jourd’hui  mon coeur s’agitait.  Je l’ai senti se soulever, et sauter dans ma poitrine.  Une chaleur repandue comme du miel rechauffe par le soliel dans mon pull et un petit sourire a commence a cajoler aux coins de ma bouche.  Je ne pouvez pas m’en empecher, ma tete monta lentement vers le ciel alors que ma respiration devenait profonde et pleine dans mon ventre.

Une boufee d’air chaud effleura de petites meches de cheveux sur mon visage. La glace  s’est cassee et a crepite sous mes bottes.  Un oiseau a chante une chanson pleine d’espoir.  Et C’etait La.  Une Melodie.  Melodie de la Vie.  Eveillant mes sens et me remuant encore une fois.

Je t’aime Le Vie.  Chante Encore pour moi.  Revielle moi a tes plaisirs.  Fais moi c’est une Belle Danse Avec Toi.

Vous Etes L’ultime.

Je T’aime.

 

 

 

 

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A Rebellious Heart

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Pick Your Rebelling…

Rebel Against Complacency.

Cliché Living.

Negativity.

Doomsday and Fear.

Fight Against Bitterness.

Against Apathy.

Shame and Regret.

War Against Jealousy.

Against Competition and Strivings.

Gossip and Slander.

Pick a Fight…

Fight Boredom.

Triviality and Smallness.

Go to War…

War Against the Dark.

In the Deepest Chambers of Your Mind.

Fight the Good Fight. War a Good Warfare. Have a Rebellious Heart.

xoxo

Wild Flowers

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They’re Unexpected. Whimsical. Never quite where they Should Be but always a Lovely Surprise. A Delight in the Doldrums. Usually Willowy. Easily Windblown. Yet Sturdy. Resilient. Tenacious.

Thank You to All My Pretty Wildflowers. Blooming on the Clefts. Fragile yet So Brave. Facing the Winds. Drinking in the Wild Air. Floating their Fragility and Vulnerability as Badges of Honour.

I See You.

xoxo

Uncomplicated Complexity

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We all want to Uncomplicate our Lives. Simplify. Create Order.

Get on our A Game.

What if our Complexity is what Makes Us Beautiful?

One Day We Rock.

The Next Day We Hide Under It.

One Day we Purge.

The Next Day we Impulse Buy.

One Day we Slay Dragons.

The Next Day we Are The Dragon.

One Day we Weep from Grief.

The Next Day we Cause It.

One Day we Aspire to be Artists.

The Next Day we Crave Type A Qualities.

One Day we Crave the Zest of Youth.

The Next Day we Crave the Quietness of the Elderly.

Everything about Us is Plastic. Ever Changing. Ever Evolving.

To Me, That’s the Cool Part.

I’ve come to Love My Complexity. We are a Sum of Vibrating Atoms. Ever Changing. So is Everything and Every One Around Us.

So Yes, I can do My Best to Create Order.

But I think for the Most Part, I’ll Just Embrace The Chaos.

I Find It Beautiful.

And You, My Friend Are Beautiful.
xoxo

I Am…

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Because of “I Am”…

I Am Strong.

I Am Able.

I Am Peaceful.

I Am Patient.

I Am Joyful.

I Am Loving.

I Am Wise.

I Am Enough.

If I Am…

Weak. Unable. Anxious. Impatient. Irritable. Unkind.

I Find My Way Back to Jehovah.

To His Throne.

Til He is My “I Am” Again.

“Love is the Toughest Minded Virtue” – David Brooks

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When I think of Love, I picture Soft.

Willowy.

Sun Dappling Through The Leaves Gentleness.

It is.

But it’s the Strongest of all Virtues.

For Love…

Keeps the Light On when Darkness Prevails.

Lends Warmth in the Most Toxic Environments.

Bends to Comfort in the Front Lines of Battle.

Heals Generational Pain.

Trailblazes Paths to Wholeness for the Weary Life Traveler.

Says I Forgive You when No One has Asked.

so Yes, Love is Tough

Tough Enough To Soften Us All.

Love You All…
xoxo