Journey of the Heart

No Longer a Threat
A hole in the screen, a break in the skin, a door left open. A worry that something will infiltrate, infect, fester. A constant sense of jeopardy rooted in origins  both understood and not. This powerful effect of the wound is losing its potency as boundaries are determined and continue to fortify in such a way as to allow benevolent permeability. All the while the true taproot  grows stronger with life giving liquids circulating  more and more freely. Mind settling,  heart nurturing,  soul fostering – dynamic and sure  they surge and swirl, providing a fullness  that is at the same time  fresh and familiar. Truth spirals,  grace expands,  love swells, and there simply is  no longer a threat.


Sarah Carlsonhas many pieces to her whole, as most of us do. Those pieces include: mother, teacher, daughter, friend, widow, sister, skier, bicyclist, hiker, coach, drummer, and poet. Sarah lives in the western foothills of Maine where opportunities to make connections amid the splendor of the rivers, lakes a…

Your Time Comes

And so,
one day,
your time comes.
Just like that,
as if everything would have always been very simple,
as if you haven’t years after years
been trying, waiting, trembling
secretly waving carpets of dreams,
fearing to bring them out.
And then one day
you simply sing your song,
step out of your hideaway,
through the armors of thick thoughts,
stop stammering
and clearly say
who you are
and what you want
and begin to shine with all your simplicity
so divinely beautiful
that you astonish even yourself
and you smile
and laugh
and walk on
with Beauty in your eyes
as if with this lightness
you have always walked the Earth.
Simply, your time comes.



Romana Ercegović is an explorer and creator of new ways of soulful theater art from Slovenia. She chose an independent artistic path and follows her vision of theatre, which awakens the perception of beauty, magic, pure joy of life, honors the balance of the feminine and the masculine, as well as the connection to Nature. Romana plays many roles – Ph.D. in dram…

From the editor: It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that yesterday afternoon Janavi Held, a very dear friend and spiritual sister of mine, and regular contributor to our poetry project has left us after struggling with a terminal illness for years. She left peacefully surrounded by loved ones. This is the last poem she wrote, in which she calls out to Divinity to take her.

I've Found in You

love like an ocean I’ve found in You  my little dear one and yet, I know You  run off at night playing God, but my sweet  I am grateful that You return to  me in the day spilling Your silky voice into my wanting ears and drenching my eyes with all that lovely sweetness. Your hands are little gems, which capture the morning light Your palms are like the sunrise itself and your eyes, so deep, as if the enormity of love could live there effortlessly.
Take me away with You my sweet  for You know my heart is Yours as You’ve stolen it away  by glancing at me with  Your gleaming smile such sweet lips and chee…

Snow on the Oaks


how quiet it seems
with snow on the oaks
so still they dream
of the lush lusty green of spring

but winter’s silent milky moment
is no somber grove of grief
all flows amber clement within
no matter how cold the surface
the hidden heart is sap and fire
as soul and skin await awakening
of the sweet vernal desire
the dark and cold so subtly stokes
it makes me smile
what’s happening below…
while how quiet it seems
with snow on the oaks.
Cheryl Anne Bratman: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, and also the silent language of presence, has remained through all life's twists and turns. I am a lover and celebrant of the elements and seasons of the Heart and Soul, of Earth and Spirit; finding All Life to be sacred. I deeply enjoy the privilege of sharing my life with three beloved children and a few more than three beloved friends. Presently I…

Dreaming of Women's Tribe


In my dreams
We weave the fabric of peace around the globe
And inhabit our communal dwellings in every place we know
We sleep together on earth's rich blanket under the starry night sky.

In my dreams
We listen to the life's hum
Coming through the woodlands and forests, deserts and grasslands.
We breathe in their freshness as we blow life into their lungs
In my dreams
We walk together hand in hand
And face our challenges
With open hearts and offering hands
And wash away our tensions in healing waters of Mother's Womb

In my dreams
Our crops and gardens are lush and abundant and wild and free
And every plant speaks to our souls
Offering its healing balm, tender guidance and pure love
In my dreams
Our children are growing as wild and free, whole and in harmony with their true nature
Thriving in every way

In my dreams
We hug, feed and water our lives
With fires glowing in our hearts
In the sweet presence of each and every  moment and celebrate our sisterly love
And our hono…

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 journey from outer to inner.  For more information, visit: Rose Petals PaperbackorRose Petals eBook.)
Anita Neilson is a Writer, Spiritua…