Journey of the Heart

This poem was inspired by a true transformational yoga teacher, and all that he continues to teach... A Prayer for the Perfectionist  by Krista Katrovas We need not try so hard even though we’ve been taught to push, pull, strive, we only land in those worn out places,  the space where exhaustion and hurt resides.  Let us worship the divine living within us all, by honoring our limitations, our boundaries,  where moving slowly and mindfully, becomes our meditation, where we grow to know the true meaning of loving our body temple.  Let us remember our feet, how we connect to Mother Earth, and connect to our inner animal, and, “Let the animal body, love what it loves.” It’s time to let our tails waggle,  to free the sacred, the sacrum, to awaken our creative energy, and free it from the chains of dirtiness  the world so often has painted it as being.   Let our breath be soft, enco...

Maybe every poem is a spell… Maybe not intentionally at first, but through present moment awareness, spells are indeed born. I believe poems are such spells! Artwork by Holly Sierra Spell by Krista Katrovas Mad dancers in moonlit groves circle and birth the goddess. Thou art goddess, beholder of unicorn magic, guru magic with fairy dust in breath. Bearer of symbolic thinking, magical thinking, when bewildered dances in circles because this is the answer. Shamans sing, dance, pray, offer ceremony, and bring whipping around a medicine where healing lies only in those who need it, where love courses through pain and deeply in the eyes of every woman, women charms roll like a litany a mantra, song, a prayer, a garland of blessings for the hearts of all our relations. Fairy Song by Holly Sierra Krista Katrovas   (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the pract...

T his poem appeared like a star on a dark night… It was written in honor of my dear friend Stacey, who is indeed my, "Star Sister.”  Sometimes poems surface to remind others how special they are to our shared paths. Poems can shine like beacons on dark nights, and sometimes even those who often shine the brightest need a little reminding of their light.  Star Sister by Krista Angelique Katrovas Though we are not sisters by blood, we are sisters of life, which often runs deeper than shared DNA. You are my Star Sister. You shine brightly as you serve your elders, when others choose to walk away. You bring joy to their final days, and ride the waves of emotions that the end of life brings, like those Floridian waters on your long board that you surf, “Surfer girl, Surfer girl.” We laughed at your getting stung by a jellyfish in your eye because of how humorous you made it all sound. You focused on the rarity of such a...

This poem arrived as a gift, as a reminder to shift perspective, when times can be dark… It also suggests the power of change when we open ourselves to finding the light in the dark, or the, "Gold in the Sand,” especially when life can feel heavy, like buckets of sand, and full with hard times. On those days may we remember the gold, the light, at times when it might be a bit hard to find.  Gold in the Sand by Krista Katrovas On days when life seems harsh, like nothing is going our way, when we feel that all we can do is breathe, it’s a, ---“Gold in the Sand,”--- kind of day. We may feel beaten, worn, unloved, unimportant, forget that we are kind, smart beings, loved…, and this is when we must dig deeper to find the gold, the shiny within the dark. It is when our lives are most like that of an archaeologists. We return to the digging, or like a Zen master, we, “Chop wood and Carry water, before and after enlightenment.” ...

  This poem came on a day I was hibernating… For me, withdrawing into hibernation is a special time of introspection and self-realization. We all need it, as givers in the world: time for self love, to recharge, so that we may continue to do what we do best. So that we may continue to fully give, and fully receive, by keeping in harmony the dance between the two.  Bear Medicine by Krista Katrovas I go deep into my cave, recharge my soul, so that I may continue to give. I am a giver, love to share energy, to serve the under-served, but there comes a time when I must retreat, before I run on empty. When I find that my breath has landed around my chest, near my ears, rather than in my belly like a relaxed baby asleep in a crib, this is when  I crawl deeply within,  inside my cave. I don’t change out of my pajamas. I read inspirational books, passages that inspire, poems,  and I create poems, too, ...