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THE ROAD AHEAD by Diane Bell

As the Coronavirus pandemic grips the world and we find ourselves “stuck” at home, I hope that these words I’ve written will soothe people’s fears and plant the seeds for a new normal when this is over. 
The Road Ahead
We are not stuck, friends We are moving forward But more slowly now  Carefully  Cautiously  Thoughtfully  Pausing at times  To rest  And consider  The best way forward  Being mindful  Of our direction  And of the others  On the journey  With us We are no longer  Racing  Recklessly  Striving  Ruthlessly  Grasping  There is stillness now  There is even peace  Beneath the fear  Calm  Equanimity  A knowing born of faith  That a season has ended  And a new one  Begun  It’s the beginning Of a new day  We’re on a  New path  There’s no turning back  To where we were  Before  Our map unfolds  A little more Each day  We’re in this together  Hand in hand  Each step  Guided by grace  With Love in the lead  This time  Leaving no one  Behind 
~Diane Bell 4/5/2020

Diane Bell is a writer living in the beautiful Pacific Northwest of the …
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Totally True Reflections 
As you sit in the stillness, recognize that you know  how to move forward, though the way ahead may be previously unexplored. You know when to pause and breathe, soak in the splendor, contemplate a challenge. You have the ability to read the winds, ride the waves,  paddle strong and steady, adjust the rudder along the way. You have what you need on board, including the freedom  to ask for  and receive help.  You are perfectly human  in your own wonderfully unique way. And, yet there’s a sameness in the flow of connection  to others, to nature, to the Divine. So, go ahead. Sit in that stillness. Let clarity come  in beautiful, crystal clear, totally true reflections. Sit and feel secure in the solid vessel that is you.

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…

Many Waters by BethAnne Kapansky Wright

Many Waters 
she is many  waters and oceans,  not all of them  explored 
some can only  be accessed  by moonlight  and grief’s portal- - 
entry  only granted  where love  and loss  meet 

brightest pearls  only formed  when heart  swims sea’s  deep.

(This poem will appear in Revelations of the Sky, comming summer of 2020)

BethAnne Kapansky Wright: I am an Author, Speaker, Psychologist and Intuitive Healer. I specialize in dealing with women's issues, life transitions, trauma, grief work, and finding healing in our relationships, especially our relationship with our self. I am a big believer in authenticity, intuition, the power of love, finding laughter and joy, and learning to be more fully human. My essays and poetry have been published in a variety of publications, and I am the author of the poetry books Cranberry Dusk,Freebird Fridays (November 2016, Golden Dragonfly Press) and the Lamentations of the Sea trilogy. I currently live in Kauai with my soul mate and our fur kids and my beloved mountain…

MARCH by Caroline Mellor

The idea for the opening lines of this poem came when I was standing on a bridge in the rain, looking at a river which had burst its banks after an early spring storm. 

I wondered at how the river, usually little more than a stream, had become an unstoppable force. It made me think about all the efforts people are making around the planet to create positive changes, to build "the most beautiful world our hearts know is possible." (Charles Eisenstein)  

The poem is written in the spirit of honouring the land, the wheel of the year and the dynamic energies of the Spring Equinox, represented by the balance of light and dark, and the qualities of re-emergence, fertility and growth.
Alongside the devastation, so much is changing and emerging in this moment. The poem is both offering and prayer for hope. It is intended as a dream for the world, for the wild places and for future generations. 
Whatever offerings you are making towards a bright future, may they become a river in spring!

YOU ARE LOVED by Carolyn Riker

You Are Loved

Greens graciousness
witnessed the stones
where prairies parted,
lavender as the seas
of tiny humming leaves,
that clearly rang
on naked branches
and gathered me 
a sacred welcome. 

Next to a single tree
who reminded me
how the earth too is invisible,
yet incumbent in its sorcery
as tender roots recited hidden lyrics
passed along a warm spring breeze...

You are love
You are loved
You are loving

(This poem originally appeared in the author's third anthology: My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten You, available  here)

Carolyn (Riker) Avalani,M.A., LMHC is a licensed counselor, teacher, writer and poet. Over the last five years she has written for numerous online journals and has been in five anthologies. Her most recent book, My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten Youwas published in December 2019. This is Love was published June 2018. Before that she contributed and co-edited, Hidden Lights: A Collection of Truths Not Often Told, which holds 53 artists sharing their stories, poems, art and photog…

PEACE ENTERS MY HEART by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

Peace Enters My Heart

peace enters my heart
though I have touched-
the chaos of my living,
it sometimes wears-
on my soul,
I settle inside,
the sanctuary
of the season,
it clothes me in rest-
I come to greet my day,
with love-
reaching inside,
this quiet-
winter morning-
let it move from me,
songs that echo-
peace on earth,
it is from my heart-
a beginning is birthed,
I reach-
and take your hand,
we enter into-
our holy place,
of comfort and love-
of peace and grace.

Maureen Kwiat Meshenbergis an author and a prolific poetess. She is guided by her inner soul’s journey and her empathic musings about life. Maureen’s draws from her human experiences, bringing reflective, soulful thoughts of the heart and the shifts in life’s journey to her poetry. Her most recent work includes her own Facebook page calledHeart’s Calling where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own website here. She currently hosts a monthly  sacred creative writing circle for women using writing prompts as a mean…


Christmas Called Me In by Cheryl Anne Maris
Christmas called me in To the heart’s quieter place Away from all work and worry And the intrusion of outer images
Christmas called me in To that space where I am free From the illusion of entitlement And the laughable notion of intellectual property
Christmas called me in To the Realm of the Infant Into helplessness and crying And the universal truth of vulnerability
Christmas called me in To the Hope already born To the ending written Long before the prologue wet the page
Christmas called me in To Love Uncontainable And the sustainable peace Of Its full foregone And future surrender
Christmas called me in To the tender seeing of the Midnight Clear And the gentle hearing of the Silent Night Senses bestowed upon the lovelorn and senseless
Christmas called me in To the cradle of the defenseless The Light of the World shining On, In, and Through Eternity, You, and Me. ~

Cheryl Anne Maris: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling tho…