Journey of the Heart

In a Heart-Shaped Lagoon “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”  Aristotle The pull of the moon lures me into the heart-shaped lagoon: magical gateway  to the realm within. Stars of many colours gravitate around me and crystal-tinged moonbeams ignite and surround me in this baptism of light. Releasing her symphony  of earthly rays; her ethereal beauty  leads me astray. Yet I find myself  in this lost lagoon as stroke after stroke I swim in tune with the waters. Twirling with delight I ascend a cascade of lyrical light. Merging with peace witnessing such joy bathing in Her eternal seas of grace. ~ ( This poem comes from Anita's recently released book,   Rose Petals Floating Downstream , a collection of spiritual poetry to uplift the soul.   Centering  around 4 main themes: the natural world, the play of life, transformation and prayer/supplication, it echoes the spiritual ...

Slow Even Breath Walking along a wooded path In soft evening light Breathing in the rich scent of Mother Earth Space for the Sacred begins to open within The slow even breath of forest life spiralling into body and memory Calling to my ancient wise one who patiently tends the fires of Spirit Connected with this deeper fullness With light streaming in soft rays through the trees With the rise and fall of Mother Earth’s breath Purpose falls away and I am graced with The simple beauty of Being Danielle Kreps  is a Plant Spirit Healing Practitioner, Flower Essence Maker, and Teacher in the Kingston, Ontario region. Writing, wild crafting Flower Essences, and connecting with and singing the spirit songs of the Divine Feminine, Mother Earth, and her Plant  Allies are just a few of her passions. You can learn more about Danielle at her website  www.wysdomtree.com . *For submission guidelines,  click here. *

AUTUMN Lazy on the trees balanced in the sunbathed air flowing over grass like memory- soft gusts of chill and sweetness mix her palette painting sky crisp circled in clouds to offset the warmth: yellow, orange, red- one clap of her powerful hands washes millions of leaves onto upturned faces; overburdened, who glance- minutes here, minutes there- not much time to spare, to catch something of her indifference. Nannette Schweig Hoffman : Nannette was a fine artist, teacher and poet, who passed away on December 9, 2010 at the age of 81. She was a native of New York City and had lived in the D.C area for 40 years before moving to Virginia in 2002. Nannette received her B.A from Hofstra University, her M.A in English from Georgetown University, and was a Master Copyist of Fine Art at the  National Gallery of Art  in D.C. She loved children and had one son, two daughters and four grandchildren. (Her daughter-in-law hosts this site) It was Nannette’...