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The Freedom of Surrender





‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012

Ease into a Dream

Ease into a dream . A dream of your creation where the serendipitous moments flow and wisdom rises to the surface after  looking at the stars .  It is a beautiful  inward journey with layer upon layer of love and restlessness  ,  forgiveness  and expansiveness .

Move through a  dream where limits  , like a cage ,  are dissolved by the mind and where freedom is forever  present in  each beat of the heart .

The dream ,  pure  in it’s simplicity , and with out boundaries to war over is releasing you from  anguish .  Imagine the single deep breath that brings you into life .  It sets you free again and again .

The comfort and courage of dreaming the wild road into being will sing your heart into freedom .

When I looked up from the Waves






The Spirit is Free








It seems to be time to let go .  The barriers built so silently  in a moment here and years stretching out there . The heart seeks it’s freedom and it is in the willingness to be seen and felt that the freedom lives .

In the tears that didn’t get hugged away in healing will come a new breath .  Vulnerability worn with honor and fearlessness in acceptance of the imperfect spirit learning this dance .

Leap , rest , twirl , rest . Always  bringing love into the dance .



The Dream Waits for You

A dream tucked snugly into one’s heart  and waiting .  Waiting until there is a sudden ,  beautiful  click  signaling that different necessary  elements have come together to breathe life into the dream .

Can you see it in your mind’s eye ?  The dream that excites you and carries you through the moments of wondering ” Is his all there is ? ”  And even those moments are fleeting and precious and will become a layer in the dream in your heart.

And a doubt ..or two may arrive like a wave . Washing over you and asking for your attention . A small detail held in your hand may become the whole world in your thoughts.

The dream carried in your heart came with you into this world and waits for you .

A Wrong Step

Walking swiftly past a person clinging to thread bare clothes .  Slow your steps a bit this time and see in the mirror . It’s another version of you .   The bank card in your wallet or purse opens doors for you and well deserved , we know  .  The man , woman or child holding the sign that reads ” Please help ” has entered a place , perhaps , foreign to you .  A wrong step and all support is gone if it was ever there at all .

Human to human and heart to heart . It goes by in a flash .

Forgive the person huddled and hand outstretched  and forgive yourself  if you can’t understand .