Journey of the Heart

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. Maine, Photography by the author  Sarah Carlson   has many pieces to her whole, as most of us do. Those pieces i...

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  ...

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 b...

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 ) Artist: Marta Orlowska 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 You was published in December 2019.  This is Love was published June 2018. Before that she contributed an...

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. Art by Jeanie Tomanek  Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg   is 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 called   Heart’s Calling  where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own  website here. ...

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 ...

NOTE TO SELF Whenever you feel  that frosty tightness, just breathe –  through it, with it,  around it, within it. Warm your wonderful waters   simply by beholding  the beauty of now,  allowing archaic agonies to soften and drizzle away. Recognize that your foundation is strong, your flow genuine. Though some shadows remain, trust that you will attend to them if need be. Celebrate the gentle peace  that cascades  through and all around you. Relax into your uniquely radiant truth. Live – be fully alive,  enjoy the joyous rhythms of omnipresent love. Sarah Carlson   has 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 and mountains are plentiful. She began writing and combining he...