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Sunshine
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The Chocolat Wind I am reminded of the movie, Chocolat, when the winds of change come through, and the rousing of the inner soul begins. This is how it is just now…the winds are stirring, and changes are in the flux of time, between use to be, and what is to come. Sometimes we think we know… sometimes, surprises are in the breach. The world seems to turn too fast some days, and slows down when one would want to be busy, and discard the process of thinking. The media bombards personal senses with disparate themes and if one dwells too often in the skimming of life, one can drown. Emotions are played finer than a violin, with the strings threatening to twinge into a break, so finely drawn is the bow. We shift in the wind; we feel the onslaught, we turn our cheek, we raise our face if the wind is fair; we lower our eyes if it carries rain. We wonder if we are becoming undone in the wind; if it carries a scent of us to others; if it swings souls to change. We feel the difference of a season, and reach to touch something invisible. This…this is how it is right now. The season of change, and the winds of time are blowing around me. Some days, it starts at my ankles; and other days it whips my mind. I remember the younger times, when I knew by scent of the gist it played; today I know by the familiarity of time its return. This is the moment when I am with the wind, and it is part of my own presence. We are one, this day. We, the wind and I, are whisking through rooms and changing spaces. We are renewal and remembrance. Moving dust, we bring life again, feathering pages of books, and memories. We, the wind and I, are challenging every move, and discarding every reason we never had. Yes, this makes sense, when hope was hung on a fantasy, and not a dream. Therein is a difference, and therein lies the road ahead. It is a grasping time of merrier-go-rounds that an age lets one grasp, only once, well, maybe twice, and I am reaching with this wind to grasp that ring that was always the lottery winning of another. There is too much going right just now, and this is one time the wind and I will not falter in forging ahead. We will carry the change of time to a destination that has been awaiting both of us, all of these years. Sometimes the wind needs to be blessed, because when we really see its force, we are in awe of its weight and might. We forget to bless the quieter times, when it carries to us a dream. |
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Martie
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Sissie The winds have been blowing here too...and always they bring me something...always! "There is too much going right just now, and this is one time the wind and I will not falter in forging ahead. We will carry the change of time to a destination that has been awaiting both of us, all of these years." Time and change...soon will make all things well and good....I feel this is true.  |
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Sunshine
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As do I, Sissie...as do I. From your heart...to His.   |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
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We forget to bless the quieter times, when it carries to us a dream. yes Kari, that we do. felt this all around me i did. Mxx and i knew in the crystalline knowledge of you |
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since 2003-10-11
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Sunshine, How I understand this! Every bit. It was not the wind upon me but a Renaissance--the arts came alive for a several months. (I'm hoping they're just relaxing in the whirlpool right now and will surface again!) It is SOOOOO good to read your writing again, and this, especially! Good fortune to you, Miss Sunshine. Could easily have copied everything! "The world seems to turn too fast some days, and slows down when one would want to be busy, and discard the process of thinking. The media bombards personal senses with disparate themes and if one dwells too often in the skimming of life, one can drown. Emotions are played finer than a violin, with the strings threatening to twinge into a break, so finely drawn is the bow. We shift in the wind; we feel the onslaught, we turn our cheek, we raise our face if the wind is fair; we lower our eyes if it carries rain. We wonder if we are becoming undone in the wind; if it carries a scent of us to others; if it swings souls to change. We feel the difference of a season, and reach to touch something invisible. Bound for library... sadie |
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