half way home

 

 

 

 

Great spirit. whose voice I hear in the wind and presence

I feel around me as I make my journey upon the soft

and sacred earth, I come before you humbly, and ask for your

blessings for all who here these words.

 

 

 

 

The spirits of the dawn speak of  regeneration

for the journey of service is half way gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the night turns in to day and my journey into the dream world ceases, the struggle to breathe new

energy into the mundane seems like a thesis. Yesterdays become another page that has been written into history. Un eventful, in the eyes of yearning. The candle grows small, as life is burning. My spirit seeks to fly to new height's. Yet there is no clear runway in sight. The birds bring their morning song, happy go lucky they go on. Something to move me is what I seek. Impatient I grow each day each week. This day will grow on like so many before, staying the course and serving the masses. But each day I must rise, like a phoenix from the ashes.

Wind bear

 

 

 

 

 

The journey begins today in the middle of its conclusion. 

Welcome the challenges of the day with open arms.

 

 

 

 

The road to our time of peace is just around the bend.

Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel

Don't allow a detour to break your stride

Keep the wheels turning.

 

 

Have a day filled with accomplishment.

When you pull over for the night, to rest your bones

The  spirits watch over you, your never alone.