Journey of the Heart

Earth Angels I have witnessed, Earth Angels. They come...in different forms.  Sometimes, secretly. Sometimes,  Loud and proud, like Mom.  Like ones, in Colorado.  Where mountains,  The lack of air, Where I look upon  The grace of being alone,  And also, Filled  In company,  Where I look at prairie dogs, bunnies, And hear owls singing to me,  Where I walk out and feel, Supported.  Where, love truly is alive.  Where life surrounds me, Rather than money,  rather than emptiness. Rather than pain. Tonight,  I lie pondering it all.  Dogs above my head, At my feet, With no harsh words, With a promise, That dance, song, the wilderness, Returns, Where there is life “Beyond, all right  And wrong, ,”  “All right doing and wrong-doing ,” Mary Oliver, you’re tattooed  On my arm. It’s funny,  You should transition  At such a time.  Let the creeks rise, Let the trails lead to nothing, But happin

This poem arrived out of spirit, upon taking care of my mother as she took her final breath... I cared for Mother with the help of hospice, in her home, where she wished to pass into spirit. We  administered morphine to ease the pain as her body struggled in letting go. My  mother  and I shared this most tender and sacred time of departure in one’s life, crossing every bridge together, till her last breath, with my cradling her body, and holding her hand just as she had asked me to do. This poem is about Mother's animal spirit, the cardinal. Cardinals In Shamanism, it is said,  When a cardinal visits  It is someone from heaven Stopping by to say hello.  They appear in one’s life When they are in a time of despair, And also in times of celebration.  When my mother took her last breath I already knew the cardinals would visit. The cardinal was her animal spirit And she loved their singing As she, too, sang beautifully.  A dear person, Short

The Holy Making of the Day Balm for my soul small moments of grace  I open my heart to blessings flowing through me Aware of my essence enfolding all parts of myself shadow and light  into the sacred whole I return inside to heal breathing purpose and light  returning to innocence This moment  impregnated with simply being  I surrender to love The holy making of the day * (This poem originally appeared in Lynn's debut poetry collection, Back to Grace, found here)   Lynn :  As a  truth seeker, pilgrim, light worker and energy healer  I write and run social media pages under the pen name of ‘Earthschool Harmony’. As a  third generation poet, I was influenced by the wisdom of poets, sages, saints and mystics such as Rumi, Kabir, Hafiz, Lalla and Mirabai. Recently, I published my first spiritual poetry book,  Back to Grace  (December, 2018). It  represents my personal journey of awakening and carries with it an essence of he

It's been nearly a quarter century since I first encountered the figure of Brigid of Ireland.  She befriended me immediately and has not left me since. Hers is a beautiful, trusted presence in my heart and soul; a deep source of healing, inspiration, and encouragement.  On this, Her Feast, I bring this offering, with gratitude and great love! A Sacred Surrender by Brigid Clare Oak Brigid of the Christ Light; Keeper of the Eternal Flame; Mother, Muse, Melder of Home and Hearth.   Fair Bride, Fierce Bride; Bright Sun, Mysterious Moon; Star-clad, Sky-cloaked Woman of Peace and Power! In this most pure and potent Hour, and in All Moments, surrounding; Be my lifting, be my grounding; Be my gifting; my soul's true sounding; That I may shine forth Your hospitality and grace; That I may embody Your warm embrace; That I may with strength the weak protect, and with Your Light; despair deflect. That I may with Your Dear Hands heal, and forge connections strong and real;