A little reflection from my youth for you.
When I was a little girl I loved to walk in the forest to be touched by the breath and the skin of nature. There was always something that attracted me to go deeper, to expand my view. My eyes moved into the rhythm of the flow and became the dance of the iris. The palm of my hands felt the connection between the magic and me, the mystery of the woman within.Every moment shared in this wonder brought me to the silence of my heart.
I felt her as the root deep into the earth where the seedlings were the flowers of my childhood. Nurtured by her essence while following the path which is unexplored the forest became a paradise where all children played in the green of the spring coming out of their open hearts that offered without the want for something in return. The gift was natural and all creatures were taking part in their sharing. The song of the birds became the joy sung by the voice arising from the earth, higher and higher until the wings of their freedom encountered eternity.
The sky was filled with the colors of the bridges that connected life with divinity. Each stair played their note and every step composed the song of the paradise. All children embraced nature in being the seedling and the flower.
I realised that the world of the woman in me had no limits to make her possible, that her imagination went further then the sky and brought me there where I had to be...the earth.
Now I encounter this little girl by telling this story and by sharing her with you I embrace the woman that she is by being the root of the flower.
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May all children be heared in this world so that all seedlings become the flowers that they are.
May all women raise from their temples and become the voice of the paradise that nurtures creation by the breath of the song sung by the children of the world....to unite their mother with their beloved father.......
HildegardeLisa
Mista'Peo*Is
@2010
