Journey of the Heart

  Autumn by Joy Sheridan I feel them all – my dreams Like Autumn leaves leaving September On a soft-scented drift A memory of summer. I feel them all – my dreams Where love has gone, it does not mean That an expelling has meant an ending, Merely a change. Love can never ever die – should that Heaven forbid the thought, be Then there would be no more, And no more would you hear these words As I pronounce them. I feel them all – my flames, my rosebuds, My daisies, my hyacinths, my tiger lilies, My gentle weeping snowdrops, my daffodils, My white lilies – I feel them all. My flames – lighting the high reaches On those other planes,  Where the light of Heaven is the light of day And in the night, when the stars are at play I feel them even deeper Through that blue-black cloak Of Perfect Love Like mists these fingertips  Will trace their forms. Their names, their lovely smiles Until we meet again . . . Until we meet again . . . (October 8th, 1985) Photography by Daniel Krakan Joy Sheridan:

These past few months have been filled with change for me. After a long struggle with his health, I lost my dear husband, my best friend of 40 years. He was a strong and spiritual man, and even on his worse day saw the glass as half full. Knowing that inspires me each and every day to do the same. He told me once that I had an angel “sitting on my shoulder.” If I didn’t feel it then, I do more than ever now. For the past 10 years I have worked in a healthcare and rehab setting with amazing people who support me and lift me every day, and did the same for my husband the many times he was in their care. But recently, without even realizing I was even searching for a change, I had an offer come to me that I could not refuse. I will still be in healthcare, in a different setting closer to home. In my heart I felt both urgency and need to accept this offer. I’m sure it is the “angel on my shoulder” that led me here. This will be a big change for me, but I carry the memories and friendships

  How to be in Love with the World By Carolyn Chilton Casas                Breathe in, knowing we are made of all this… , “Eagle Poem” by Joy Harjo       It helps to start with a curious mind. Then, lace up your hiking shoes and take to the temple of the hills. Gaze anew at the landscape as if  you had just flown in from Uzbekistan.  You know, the way new arrivals  see everything beautiful  for the first time.   Breathe in the wafting scent  of sage, flora’s hallmark fragrance. Pause to bow down to  tiny yellow flowers at your feet. Tilt your head back to scan  for hawk nests in the open palms        of lofty eucalyptus branches. Soften your ears to a songbird  answering his love’s call  from the opposite ridge.   See how you are a perfect piece of it all. See how you can say yes to being the lens through which a field of grace passes.           Then, oh then, you will feel what it is like  to be deliriously in love with the world. (Scroll down to view a video illustration of the poem)

  Even the Ocean by Yina Rojas No one said  they were sorry  for the things that happened to me,  They guilted me for how I reacted.  I pushed it all down, with a gulp of water, with years of tears. But even the ocean caves-in and allows the storm to pass.  It waits for the tide to settle with grace and patience.  I bite my salty lips,  get up and keep going, waiting for the chaos to settle, hoping for patience and grace  to liberate me.  Yina Rojas:    Life and love enthusiastic, Yina  uses life experiences to share with the world through her writings. Her writings are anywhere from traditional poetry to free verses with a punch, right where you need it. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and continues to do so because ‘when you appreciate what life has to offer every day, one can find inspiration in the small things.’ Connect with her via   Threaded by Rojas   on Facebook,  Instagram ,  Twitter  and TikTok, where she shares her daily inspirational writings.  *For submi

  A Leaf by Ana Lisa de Jong In the universe there is a small leaf floating. It might seem alone amongst the myriad of stars, the dark expanse, the circling solar winds. But on the leaf's surface is a small world floating. Minuscule and intricate,  a little universe in a nutshell. And in this minute universe there are countless forests leading back,  path upon path into eternity. And many more leaves than there are trees.  And each leaf afloat  upon the autumn gusts, a singular world enclosed,  and encircled too by solar winds  and planets,  and stars bright as pin pricks,  luminous  in the darkness. Yes, in this universe within a universe,  within a revolving eternity, there is a small leaf floating, and not as alone as it seems,  the dark night  a deep bassinet,  the solar winds its gentle rocking.  As the Holy One  moving across waters, and carrying us each,  light as we are,  feathers upon God's breath. Living Tree Poetry (October 2021)   Ana Lisa de Jong  a poet and inspi

  Merging With The Divine by Beata Gorska Oh mother, I hear your calling, I hear you loud and clear. You laid a path before my eyes So I can just be still.   I let go of the need to know, I let go of the “how,” I follow what you have for me In the eternal now.   Your truth is here right where I am: We are becoming one. As I surrender who I thought I was I merge with the divine   There is nothing here that isn’t me- No judgement of it all. I just accept being with you As human and as soul. Photography  by Lucas Pezeta Beata Gorska : My name is Beata, originally from Poland, I now live in Milton Keynes, UK. I am a Spiritual Teacher, Meditation Teacher, Reiki Healer, Poet and Writer. I am passionate about human mind, growth, expansion and our infinite potential. I love reading books, walking barefoot in nature,  hugging  trees and swimming in wild waters. My self discovery journey was initiated by reading a book about the subconscious mind, over 5 years ago. As I started practicing medit