Category: soul land

Collective praying

As my father was fighting for his life collective praying began in various corners of the world in ways each individual knew how, unique to them, in churches, at home, with kids, on the forest floor, at the kitchen table, in the mountains, by…

Writing reawakened

Writing gives me this rich, luxurious, extremely pleasant feeling that buzzes through my arms and into my fingers (just like magic does when I am in that dimensional self) and then the feeling settles right in my heart and in my throat and everywhere…

I am home

The wilderness possesses me with its air as fresh and sharp as a blade of grass My senses entwine with the spirit it holds Precious, powerful, ancient I walk the place feeling the roots grabbing at my feet I need it, oh how I…

The Loch of my heart

A beautiful melody of your heart brushes against a shore As I stand in trance-like state amidst the symphony that is your waters Silvery shimmer like a thread connected to my inside I spill my musings into a flow of the sacred grey depth…

Going home

Like a lover long gone it gently teases with its promise of pleasure Like the first love long dead it stirs the ashes of my shaken heart into yarning Like a smoke over the hills it entices me home Like a river it washes…

Call back the souls

Does the land call souls back? She does Or how else she knows and hears of its beauty It seek souls out who crave home like a mother’s breast, those who carry their hearts ready to surrender All that soulds want is belonging, sacred…

Call back the souls

Does the land call souls back? She does. Or how else she knows and hears more of its beauty It seeks souls out who crave home like a mother’s breast, those who carry their hearts ready for surrender All that souls want is belonging,…