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I understand how difficult it can be to keep a hold of the light when in the darkness…
Nature helps me in my darkest moments, as I feel her strength, compassion and love in the beauty of a tree or in the opening of a tiny bud. It is often the only thing that grounds me in a confusing world, and helps me see that there is a natural rhythm in nature that we can learn to accept and trust as we move through life.
Divine Nature
There is pain and suffering In this world Just as much as love and light For all the hardest moments The challenging days There are moments of sweet delight
The awesome majesty of a flower in bloom A vibrancy that brings tears to my eyes Takes my breath away That recognizable shiver  River of divine energy flows
This is where I know God In the purest of forms
The way my cat looks at me With understanding and grace Or how my dog always understands The emotions on my face
I feel the deepest connection Through nature herself It blows my heart open Crystal clear love Rising my vibration

THE STARTING POINT OF ME by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

During this last Full Moon in May…
I brought forth my intentions and I always draw a Rune, oracles, with marking written on stones that bring forth a message to your soul. On this night of the Flower Moon I drew the Rune The Self:
“The starting point is the self. Its essence is water. Only clarity, willingness to change, is effective now. A correct relationship to your self is primary, for from it f low all possible right relationships with others and with the Divine.”
From this evening of intentions this poem was birthed. The starting point of me.
the centering of myself, the starting point of me- what is my inner knowing, acknowledging my truest she. woman embracing, my power- holding her truth as her own, wisdom that reaches- for the one so deep within, all that flows through- the deepening of my soul, to my source, my core, completely holding- who I truly am. to look past, my reflection- to see me, past my imperfections- the light that transcends, beyond my body- myself, more than flesh and bone- more that …

THE BREATH OF LIFE by Solodad Maria

A new dawn is rising…
The early morning awakens my soul’s desire for peace, connection and beauty.The infinite source of life blesses each day with the unity and balance of a new dawn: a new life. With each breath I open and release that which is the presence of the Divine within, and my truest nature: a blessed woman and healer of souls.  
Deep sensitivity awakens inside of me as I reflect on each moment of possibilities and freedom. I feel the breath of life speaking and breathing through me: staying with me and blessing me with eternal wisdom and love. It’s the breath of God/Goddess, the breath of the beloved. And it fills me with the joy of uniting with the source. Blessed be every breath rising like a new dawn: rising like a new me.
The Breath of Life
If I give away my deepest soul If I give away what is yet to unfold If I bless each day with a life that is new Will I know myself as this woman I am?
If I bless this moment: deeply loved If I breathe in this breath with the Divine that I a…


I wrote this poem after swimming with a new friend…
We swam with monofins and allowed our bodies to move in the water like dolphins and whales, swimming as a whole, unified body. I began to spontaneously make sounds underwater, similar to a whales sound... and she could hear me quite a ways away underwater. We swam behind each other and listened to the sounds... after doing this for an hour, and swimming together... my being did not want to go back on land.
I was remembering our Oceanic roots... and the strong remembering of being together as a pod, that deep place within where we are joined with everything... and our movements and sounds and knowing is graceful, no words, no competition, no trying, no assuming, no being judged or judging.
The place where the rhythms of life are who we are.
There is an Embrace we want with our Whole Being…
To meet another 
 whose eyes 
reflect the wild lands of our primordial roots…
Our bodies soften & strengthen,
 nasal snorts
 paws pushing into dirt.


My mother’s father was a physician, her mother a descendant of early English settlers…
My father was the rough-cut son of immigrant German stock—my grandmother a short, fat, bossy sort and and my grandfather a tall, skinny, quiet man. I don't know my maternal grandparents' view of this bright, farm-grown young man, because they died in a car crash before I was born.
I can guess they hoped their middle daughter would find a better catch if they moved her away from La Feria, Texas—population 1,594. She went to college in Chicago, as they directed. Once there, however, she schemed to move closer to Texas A & M, where my father  was studying agriculture. She went to three different colleges in as many years and finally—after her third year away—they were married.
Mom saw through Dad’s tough exterior, and would act as go-between, but my father, enforcer of his own rules, scared me when I was growing up. Though he is long dead, in my seventh decade I still see aspects of the timi…