O Holy Night

 

 

Of Angels…

And I will reach through the heavens to touch you… With a Love so confounding, that your heart will erupt with ecstasy and the tears that fall from your eyes will shine with such radiance, that even the sun will bow in majesty. The moon will dance and the stars will fall from the sky in offering for your momentary gaze. You are the crisp of a Winters morn’, the Bless of Springs birth, the grace of a warm Summer breeze and the sacred fire that paints the masterpiece of Fall. You are Love imbibed. Hallowed in a costume of flesh with the workings of Divinity pulsing through your dear heart… With such devotion, that even the birds await your ascension. A moment to fly with an Angel…

 

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Dancing in Time…

Sharing the offerings that escape my heart; that embed themselves within the ethers of my breath… Soulscapes that dance with passerbys who stop momentarily to catch a glimpse of their reflection… Yes, like Christmas windows on a busy downtown street, where All is magically quiet and the gentle of a lullaby caresses the soul; in offering of momentary reprieve. A slow dance from the hustle and bustle of Life lived in fast forward. Just as children press their noses against those shiny windows of wonder, so too, do we. The only difference, we press our hearts. Solace is found in many windows. The artistry of such display lies not in it’s decoration, song, lyrics or words, but rather in the feltsense; a knowing of home. We are each of us Always home when sharing without censor the naked of our humanness…

My ‘story’ is not unlike any other… I’ve only just begun to release my grasp on the illusions that once offered false comfort.