A Tide

I went for a walk today, a long long walk...out into the sunshine, away and far beyond, to a place never before reached nor explored. The meadow was quiet and the winds sang their tune with passion and grace as they stroked my palms and pranced lightly across my pale face. Alpine snows are vanishing and in their place come little animals scurrying from rock to rock across glistening currents of water descending down the trails.

Today I let myself go.... gliding into nowhere, thinking and feeling openly, wishing and wondering and allowing those glimmers of enlightenment touch my soul without a fight. Letting them enter freely and simply wash their love and inspiration over me.... sharing their messages and speaking their whispering voices. Oh what a pleasure oh what a surprise as they gliding inward and outward, seemingly to the rythym of my heart and shadows of me. At one moment as I was laying.... back on a rock, the anger of a thousand years rose up and tapped my shoulder. Little does that one know I have marched with the devil, traversed through the pain....danced beyond its hurtful words, experienced it in its own den, looking it straight in the eye, closely and eagerly..... taming it, laughing at it, beckoning it to try.... to try to erase all that is me..... After a short time it marched on.... to another place... where I do not know.... but I watched it run rubbing its butt.

You see.... anger serves a purpose... the purpose of causing one to reach deep inside and search for all that is lying beautifully asleep wondering how to smell the most fragrant petal reaching for the sky. It is a test, a test of affirmation of all that is positive, all that is good. Never in a millenium would I provide more food to such a hungry angry one.... NO.... never.... Instead, with gentle ears I listen to its cry, watch it roll around expending energy realizing one very important thing..... pssst, there is a secret..... but don't tell anyone OK?..... it is this.... those whom are angry consumme themselves..... their energy flow is one-way and time based..... like the tides. The flowers survive because they know the sun returns, they will be watered and the soil will grow warmer in the spring whereupon they can shed their seeds and live on in splendid colour again, making love with the sun. They are patient as the seasons change, as the winters come and go. They know the things they need for nourishment are about.... even though they sometimes cannot see them.

You are a flower. A beautiful prairie blue bonnet *smile* There are no badges for fighting, for winning..... it is not about winning..... it is about making the trip and arriving with your soul smiling, casting a warm glow over your inner heart from now into eternity.......... you are already soaring, enjoy it, treasure it, hold it tight and ..... surely you will float higher and higher...float on through.....cause if you lose you - who is going to see and share all the beauty of the little prairie flowers?