Journey of the Heart

Thank You to the Trees I wonder if the trees ever feel forgotten? Who still comes and sits beneath them, asking what they feel? Getting close enough to feel their whispers, the rooted wisdom. Allowing what comes, to rest upon their outstretched arms,  weather rattled, yet always welcoming. Don't let the trees be forgotten, let's show them we are rooted, growing, wise, reaching always. Not grabbing, supporting and surrendering. Connected to earth, searching for sky, letting warmth of sun guide the stretch. Giving,  because we can. Never wanting more. Sturdy to what is, yet given to let the winds shake us. Thank you to the trees. Tracy Brooks has been talking to trees and whispering between worlds since she was a small child. Merging channeled messages from Spirit with nature and poetry, she hopes to offer comfort and inspiration. She believes words have the power to help heal and encourage. Born in Brooklyn New York, Tracy now lives in Florida with her beau...

Most of what I experience as I walk this way is beyond words... However, when words are necessary to explain me to another, sometimes the words flow like this. It's rare that I can put pen to paper and create. When I know the words need to flow, though, they do like this. This piece was in response to someone asking what it was like working as a  shaman  healer with with the invisible , and what it's like to be smashed apart into another state, or way of being.  Weaver Woven  by Ingrid Oliphant Like the waves of the sea and  winds from the mountains The past and Presence rise to meet me. Grief, gnowledge, knowing, impatience To be heard and seen again through Clear windows to wisdom, without glass ceilings or separations of space or generations. They rise to meet me in this auspicious occasion of remembrance. In a gentle flow, a crashing of atoms so fierce my breath and body Give way into the nothing o...

We all go through darkness, trials: lessons to learn from…  Hopefully, we draw these lessons from darkness and integrate their messages and deeper meanings into our lives. We are individuals, yet we are One; a collective. I believe that consciousness is a shared dream and wounds run deep, yet we have the power within us to not only reclaim our divinity, our unconditional love, healing and forgiveness for ourselves, but to reflect this out to others. This poem is such a reflection: a message of strength, a message of our magic, and a message of love.  Message to My Sisters by Grace Gabriella Puskas Sister of this Earth, remember your divinity and your true worth. Awaken your inner goddess, reclaim your power and be honest with your true heart’s desire. Allow the burning of the fire that is deep within your psyche... You are an independent creature of the night, so allow the moon’s magic to be your guide. Raise the serpent energy that res...