Let us also give thanks for our inner roads of heart and mind and spirit, that weave and wind through our interior landscapes...

A poem about the Wild Sea...

When a seed is in its packet it lies dormant. When it is taken out of its packet and put into the ground, in the darkness, that is when it starts to change and grow, eventually to flower...

Before chronological time, mythic time was counted in cycles that reflected the movements of the cosmos...

I entered the sanctuary and sat on one of the golden velvet-covered chairs. The meditation began with Eileen striking the singing bowl...

The Heart Tree is a poem by Barbara Loveland from her unpublished collection, Heart Explosions. She captures her life – inner and outer – in the Community.

I say thank you...

Questions We Need To Ask…

Every day, in some way…

I wondered what I mean by “Spirit of Findhorn”...