Journey of the Heart

Being outside in winter, is important to me… It helps me connect with the earth and its grounded-ness. So I hike, snow or no snow, and bundle up…so happy to walk in the cold crisp air.  I find myself listening to the silence and easily letting go of my daily, more materialist life. Metaphors and contemplation abound! Spirit is more tangible, if that is even possible. I feel at home, inside and outside.  And when I return to my daily life, I feel steadier, clearer, happy and more connected to my true self and the Divine. So, for me, it is Earth’s Chapel…and from this a poem was born! Photography by the author, Nancy Carlson Earth’s Chapel Nancy Carlson Hiking through and around Pine groves and water. Birds collecting bits of nourishment And my favorite, The sound of the wind at the top of the trees, Protecting us from the cold. Such strength, they have Steadiness, quietness A big embrace On this crisp, shadowy day. Spirits of nature a...

This poem was written last July just as the day was dawning…  And it describes what I experienced that morning so well. Part of my belief as a Druid, is that the Divine is in everything, and I could certainly feel Her that morning. Monica Nataraj by Photographer Slavica Kostovski Pregnant Pause There is a silence over everything today As if the earth is pregnant. Broken by the buzz of bees Hovering from flower to flower Feverishly trying to outrun The coming storm. The air is heavy with a fecund smell And dripping moisture Like Angels weeping tears of joy for creation. Soon though the storm will break And the tears become a flood  And the silence broken By thunderbolts from the Gods. ~ Photography by  Lisa Saraswati Cawley Sarah Courtney Dean : I am a poet and my poetry is part and parcel of my spiritual tradition. I am a Druid and a seer and also a member of the Order of Bards, Ovates, and...

I wrote this on a rainy night in Santa Barbara… The Universe is in us as us.  The elements are in us as they are in Nature. The glue that holds it all together is love. My desire is to be in the freedom of love. I wish the same for you. Love  Like a river that flows through Mother Earth, rain flows through me.  The Wind fans the flames of my fire. Sometimes fiercely, sometimes gently.  The space in me is pure potential.  Earth is sacred and deep, like the core in me.  All this is love - a magnificent inheritance in this finite life, on this infinite Universe. Love dwells, love flows, love surrounds, penetrates. Cosmic, universal, heart-full, soulful.  Love expanding, contracting, birthing and dying each day.  Inhale love, exhale love.  Finite body, eternal soul.  Love seeks you, me, in every moment.  Surrender to its sweet beckoning. Soft cares...