The Raven’s Call: Surrender, And Join The Ring Of Power
BY LISA MARKS Trees are different cloaked in white. Wisdom elders drawing close, hold us in their circle, like a Taos painting I…
Author: Lisa Marks
9/11: A Grief So Large I Cannot Speak It
BY LISA MARKS 9/11: The Sound Of Wings On Metal There it is again, the sound of wings on metal, small beings in…
Some Days My Heart Is Stone-Heavy
BY LISA MARKS Holy Grail Running scared before the wave, global warming, drought, war. How to allow slowing into the breath you take,…
The Cloak Of Leaving
BY LISA MARKS Crows are screeching, raucous warning to the raccoon eating birdseed. Hungry mother stares as hands grope for meager nourishment. Eating,…
When We Go Inside Ourselves And Stay — Finding Still Center
BY LISA MARKS Stillness is inside me. This silence has been waiting a lifetime, but the door has been closed. Too busy, too…
Wings Of Summer Drawing Us Earthward
Thrill of recognition, spruce beckons with blue-green needles, the shimmer of water over stone
draws us earthward.
We’re All Refugees & It’s Time For Love & Prayer
I don’t know how to love as deeply as I am called to. Maybe if I show up, returning again and again to this body, if I follow movement into prayer, presence and communion, I can join the revolution at hand.
{Open Your Heart} My Gift Of Love To The Pain & Horror In The World
So many die, as I sit in pine-paneled bars, where TVs bring stories into our evening on this remote shore of Lake Huron. No one notices, and when I express horror they turn and shrug, these stories far from the truth of their lives.
Dance With the Dead, Let Them Guide Your Feet And Memory
Not just you and me! But each one of us, standing upon soil, rock and bone, across a planet purging horrors in exchange for spaciousness and a different way.
Communion Isn’t Giving Away The Essential Parts But Defending Your Core As Truth
Communion is not when we reach out to another, join them in their space, dump the contents of our soul and lose ourselves. Communion is holding so strongly to the self that we are concentrated essence moving through space.