We create check lists for living while we silently suffer due to our overwhelm.
We schedule our priorities and dismiss our desires because it seems more practical.
We give up our connection to nature because the indoors offers more comforts.
We begin shallow breathing because what would we do with a full inhale?
We go about our lives instead of truly living them.
We recycle our hope in anticipation of something greater.
We watch others live and wonder if we can emulate with such precision?
We craft jobs for ourselves instead of living our passions.
We settle into the rut never questioning our motives.
We disconnect from the pitter patter of our hearts.
What do you long to do my loves?
When was the last time you felt the newness of life dancing back into your heart?
Sitting in the pew I hear her speak of the resurrection.
I feel the goosebumps traveling up and down my body.
I feel an etheric hug from those no longer on this plane; their hug encourages me.
I have been asleep.
Winter is gone, it is time to reawaken.
There is an opportunity in Springtime that hesitates in the blossoming of life.
The warmth of the sun increases as the light streams through our dreams.
Opportunity arises from the depths of winter.
Shadows melt into the rays of light.
Clouds gently sweep away the cobwebs of colder days.
Blue skies project the radiant desires of our hearts.
I can hear her words echo off my heart.
"He has risen my friends."
I feel myself reinvigorated.
I spend the day in the sunshine.
Laughing with toddlers, while watching those I love make memories.
Gathering up all the pieces of this day so that I can knit these moments into my heart.
These are the days I will remember.
Easter Sunday with those I love.
Reawakening to the magic of life; to the magic of living.
It is time to give birth.
Holding nothing back as we charge forth with a sense of renewed faith.
It is now time to shout, Alleluia.
May You Sweetly Sweek:)