sights, sounds, and things unseen // she often sees her experiences in life as a parallel to the infamous Road to Jericho. what would she be thinking about as she traveled there? where would she be going, and from where is she coming? why is she going? she meets many travelers along the way. she sees states and circumstances. she experiences wars and makes peace. she learns to Go. she learns to Rest. she learns to Depend. she comes to understand that she is created to Love and to Be Loved. she is not alone. you are not alone.
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today, i spend my heart remembering, aching, and missing the rare, amazing bonds and ties of true love in friendships.
There is a little bird house in my soul that I had built for you all. Some people have jars, others use coffee cans, I just have an emotional bird house. In my soul.
There, I’ve compiled various threads of precious memories, scraps of perfect moments, and gems of words and ideas that somehow fluttered their way from your lives into mine.
Therein resides the very hearth that fires the essence of who I am, who I was, and who I am becoming. Embers smolder but never cool, sparks fly in nothing less than magnificent fireworks, flames burn mysteriously strong, even more colorful than the Northern Lights.
Therein contained is the source of the symphonies, melodies, and medleys that sustain my every day, that beckon me to new and beautiful experiences, and sing inspiration into my very soul, that flow through my very bones to move my foundation towards Light.
Therein lies the balance of justice and diversity — breathing, heaving, alive. Love is constantly being molded, stretched, carved, and sculpted. Peace rules with abundant graces and gifts. Joy rushes about, spontaneous and faithful.
There, you all hold a purity of love that is unlike any other. I wish I could just take a day, a sleeping bag, and a cup of tea to revel in the richness, to soak in the glow, to try to help you all understand just how very much you mean to me, just how very much of you I hold inside of me, in this humble bird house of mine.
