Imbolc Invitation

Free writing.

Free.

How I love that word, the best word in the English language.

Free to let my page unfold,

Free to see my handwriting swirl over the page,

Swoops and curls, lines and phrases, watching myself unfold.

Carefully at first,

Not giving too much away.

But, oh, perhaps this is the most important part of me to know.

Freedom is all.

How am I?

Am I brave enough to say I am free?

For the little niggles of the early morning sit and wait on the edges of my heart.

What if?  What if?

And yet here, in this space of unfurling,

Stretching,

They are but shadows,

Shifting, seeking, but not landing.

I am fine today.

Because this is what I choose.

Peaceful, quiet, introspective, me.

And the only flickering is my candle.

I am hungry.

I am hungry to stay here, in this place of flow.

Where the tracking of my nib across the page keeps all fears at bay.

They obey.

No fear here.

I am hungry for that flow to keep playing through my day,

For my footsteps to track across the page of my life, as minutes unfold like words,

And I trust myself.

  It feels abundant, this desire I have for freedom.

And that I have the time, I have the capacity, I have the chance to make the choice.

I have all I need inside me,

To make friends with the fears and say,

Let’s be free together.

You and me.

The one we shall make will be unstoppable.

Free from.

Freedom.

And my words slow to peace.

“Woman of Faith.

Dancing deeper into the arms of God.”

The ultimate freedom of knowing;

That is so much more than trusting.

I know.

And that is enough.

My nib doesn’t write, it dances, and so do my footsteps.

I will dance across my day!

With a flow that is all my own.

Let’s dance together, you and me.

Free from.

Freedom.

And my steps slow to peace.

And my heart soars.

Here I am;

You’ve found me.

In the arms of God.

Hunger and abundance sated.

I am indeed fine