Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
Throughout my life, imagination and wonder has deepened my sense of connection with the natural world. Some of my early grade teachers encouraged that approach to life. But once I entered 7th grade, science instructors preferred I ‘stick to facts.’ But here’s what’s true for me: Whether or not one can “prove” they’ve ever inhabited an animal’s body, when humans empathize enough to ‘walk with them,’ our humanity and respect for all life expands.
Guest Post by Riley Carson
This song captures that rare, quiet moment when the world finally makes sense because you’re standing next to the right person. With its tender blend of fingerpicked guitar, rich cello, and soaring vocal harmonies, it’s an anthem for anyone who has ever felt lost and finally found their way home.
Whether you’re reflecting on a journey of healing or celebrating a love that anchors you, let this melody be the soundtrack to your “steady” moment. Lyrics Highlight “Every scar I tried to hide / Every fear I never knew / Started fading piece by piece / Every time I look at you” Credits Vocals: Female Lead & Male Harmony Instrumentation: Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Cello, Mandolin, Airy Pads Genre: Indie Folk / Pop-Folk
By Doug Marman
If the people are Hindu, he appears as Krishna, Buddha, or Vishnu, so they will know him. He is Zeus to the Greeks; Jupiter to the Romans; Ishtar to the Babylonians; Varuna to the Aryans; Jesus to the Christians; and Allah to the Mohammedans. He has appeared to all in every age of this world since its creation. As the vehicle for God, he comes in the form to which the people are most accustomed and by the name familiar to them.
These are the masks of God. One timeless power guides and protects whoever contacts It in every age, yet we don’t know any more of It than our own understanding. To see Its true form, to personally experience It in Its unlimited reality, we need to remove the masks of God to look beneath.
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
Intro:
In my early 30’s I left my first husband; began a new life. I also withdrew membership from my Christian path. It was clear a change was due. Members of my church conveyed my decision to divorce was ‘my responsibility’ as a “Good Christian wife could have helped her spouse heal from alcoholism and live faithfully.”
Guest post by Gloria Lionz
Life has a way of introducing us to people who are looking for a puzzle piece we carry for them. That’s what this poem was for a man I recently met in Mexico. I was there working with a team of medical practitioners at a clinic in a very small town outside Ensenada.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
I have a friend who is finishing up the last of her adventures in this life and will be leaving us soon. I wrote a poem for her, her caregivers, family, and friends that I would like to share with others.
While being a deeply spiritual person, she was not the least bit religious about it, and I wanted to hit the right note that everyone could understand and enjoy. Most of this came from my dreams.
Guest Post by Jim Jackson
A “waking dream” is an experience (most of the time an unusual incident) which occurs in our outer, awake physical life. It is a message from Divine Spirit and the Inner Teacher. It may be an answer or suggestion or a warning. It usually has great physical, emotional, and spiritual significance.
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
This was written several years ago; tweaked in 2021. It’s a traditional piece I now read aloud most Thanksgivings.
The words came to me while I was in the midst of divorce. Part of that change required me to leave the home I’d owned with that spouse. It was tough to let go of a place I’d loved and shared with many close friends and family for over a decade.
Guest Post by Doug Marman
From: The Silent Questions, pages 129-131, by Doug Marman
I remember waking up from a vivid dream one sunny day, having dozed off in the afternoon. In the dream I had been reading ancient Indian teachings written upon red rock mountain walls. I couldn’t remember the writings when I awoke, but I was left with a deep feeling that there was meaning inscribed upon the Earth itself. It was like a message imprinted from ages of men and women who had crossed the land. Almost as if the planet itself had absorbed the conscious lessons of the lives of those people and was now trying to give back this wisdom to any who would listen.
Guest Post by Doreen Chia
A thunderous roar. A great flash of light. A flame that does not burn. A gust of wind. Tiny specks of gold, silver, or blue light. A mystically clear voice. Prophetic dreams. Celestial music. A vision, a revelation, an out-of-body journey, angels appearing out of nowhere. These extraordinary experiences have been written about by poets, storytellers, saints, and seekers of God. Such phenomena come to those who have cultivated an inner ear or eye.
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