In the darkest, sweet moment of the night, the whispers of angels call to the inner child to play. Creating this magical space of light and colors, sounds and mystery. Powerful silence whispering in the mind’s eye and released into the space of illumination and imagination. Who can sleep?
Breath keeps time with the inner music in depth and sweeping rhythms. Dive into the cavern and cave of the infinite whimsy of laughter and joy to be. Rainbows dance across the strips of time, of spaces imagined, yet so real and clear to touch the heart. Who can sleep?
Awake with the muses, I dance with the moment being reborn and release from the past, illuminated with trust in self and the universe. ~jh
magic reborn as your heart opens as the starlight touches your soul as sunlight born in the morn, dancing with snowflakes so pure. embrace the wonderment of each moment with a knowing inner child’s heart of your brilliance blazing. ~jh
The pressure started building inside and I sit still and feel. Staring upward towards the stars and wanting to breathe. That inner voice shouts, “Breathe!” and I exhale. Slowly inward and out, focusing on the heartbeat and lungs moving, still looking at the stars. Thinking how beautiful they are, wishing to touch the edge. It has been days without writing a word and like not breathing, I got dizzy for the lack of expression. Small moments of inspiration came and I just looked at the words I had written in the past and now wondered if I will ever write like this again. It isn’t writer’s block. It is the dabbler looking for the next fix for my addiction of adventure and this human experience. I did the writing thing, yet I still have many stories to write about the bizarre experiences I have been through in the last decade or so.
Looking up, whispering for the next fun for me… to challenge myself. Even though doing my websites are challenging at times. I have no excitement for them and linger in the peaceful joy when I took them all off. Yet that pressure tells me other things. The responsibility to my promise to myself… to express myself into the world as I support others in their expressions, knowing it is part of my path.
I just want to run with the wolves and disappear, yet those wolves are giving me a look of “NOT YET.” Embrace my past and allow others to understand the depth of who I am. So I write my poetry and my story. My book of life has many chapters that I am working on and have been for some time. Timing is divine and those wolves are whispering the time is near. I am getting plenty of hints of remembrance that have recollected through the last 15 years in this reawakening.
The wolf was the initiator for me into this awakening adventure. While on camping in the White Mountains of Arizona, a Grey Wolf came to the edge of camp. Amazing with the fact I have two dogs with me. The wolf stared an invitation to run with her as her eyes gazed directly at me. My female dog, Kuma broke the rope holding her back and she ran with the wolf. I followed and ran. I accepted the invitation to run into the adventure as I knew that the wolf was staring at me alone. The dogs didn’t frighten the wolf. She only wanted me to follow her. I ran for a half hour without seeing her or my dog again. I went back to camp and soon Kuma came back. I was amazing to see this wolf, yet she was family to me.
I later found out that there were no wild wolves in the White Mountains at that time. The spirit wolf is my main totem and my teacher. Akitas are a close relative of the wolf and I was taught by four of them. And I did learn from them many aspects of life and about myself through their actions. She wolf opened my soul wide and allowed me to see my truth in this lifetime. My life changed after that meeting and I began to understand that I was here to experience through many different forms and ways. The senses peak at the point of conception of the edge. And the wolf is the spirit of communication.
As I spiritually with the wolves, the pressure grows to write and shine my magic into the world. I am reading “Women Who Run With Wolves by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés, reaffirming my connections with this incredible animals and guides.
Trust that inner voice and thoughts whispering to me. I feel the changes happening inside of me; the realigning of the past, present and future as I express myself in words, verbally and written. Feeling the subtleties of words, spoken and unspoken as my intuitive side expands. Focusing on joy, I know that expressing through art opens doorways for me. Collapsing parallel timelines comes into the power of knowing timelessness to empowerment.
Art opens the heart, mind and soul to the Truth of each of us… As an individual and as a community. Art has the power to heal, connect, and express what can’t be done in any other way. So to the artist within each of us, the time for you to come out and play is now… Through music, poetry, writing, performance… In whatever form of expression that has been lingering within you…