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BACK IN OUR HEARTS by Krista Katrovas

The poem surfaced after contemplating on the idea of fear…

The poem surfaced after reflecting on how we so easily fall towards living with fear based minds: something we learn along the way.

My poem speaks to our embracing breath as our guide, and the child within that truly knows more than our adult selves. 

Back In Our Hearts

She sat looking out the window
at leaves moving effortlessly to wind.
She observed nature,
in the quiet of Sundays,
one of the few days of the week
she was free to do, be, as she need only be,
or so she thought.

The leaves at times
seemed comfortably still
only to move again to the breath of wind.
As if the wind itself were a choreographer
showing each leaf how to bend in air.
They’d flip over sometimes
then softly fall to the ground
like a baby lulled in a cradle.
She wanted to live more like these leaves,
like a baby resting without worry,
without sound,
with only breath to guide her.

“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn,”
Marianne Williamson said.
And with this life spent with “unlearning,”
she sat watching the leaves,
learning new ways to be,
how to move through the week,
in a soft, breath-like fashion,
reserved beyond Sunday mornings,
and recalled the days she resided in her heart.
She hugged the child, and the adult self within, and said, 
"I love the front, sides, and also,
the back of your heart." 


“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.”  ~Marianne Williamson~

Image by Sherry Van Dyke Photography



Krista Katrovas (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. Visit her yoga website here.


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