Sewing Lesson

In My Soul

By Rabia al Basri

In my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church where I kneel.

Unbelief

By Andrew Colliver

Unbelief is good medicine.

The Age of Authenticity

By Maya Luna

We see the game. The jig is up.

The Joy of Sorrow

By Jeff Foster

It's simple. When you feel sad, just feel sad.

Senseless Perfection

By Maya Luna

Sweet Darkness

By David Whyte

When your eyes are tired, the world is tired also

In the Realm of the Passing Away

By Stephen Livine

All that exists does not for long.

Advice to Myself

By Louise Erdrich

Leave the Dishes

Go to the Limits of Your Longing

By Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.

9:00 – FREE

The Art of Making the Invisible Visible
- SAND19 US

With David Ellzey

to fashion universes out of emptiness

21:00 – FREE

The Church of the Ordinary

With Maya Luna

Poetry from the Deep Feminine

Creation and Destruction

By Monica Timbal

An excerpt, and an exclusive gift to our community

The Beauty we Love

By Howard Thurman

The true purpose of all spiritual disciplines is to clear away...

13:00 – FREE

Winter Solstice Dreaming

With Estas Tonne

A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community

Research

By Cecilia Payne

O Universe, O Lover, I gave myself to thee

Figuring Forward in an Uncertain Universe

By Maria Popova

Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.

7:00 – FREE

Bridging the Worlds

with Estas Tonne and Dimitri Artemenko

18:00 – FREE

Poetry - SAND19 US

With Maya Luna

Every human being has a cross to bear.

Waiting for Santa

By Scott Kiloby

Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens

Thealagie

By Shekhinah Mountainwater

In the beginning is Goddess

39:00 – FREE

Vibrations

With Moving Sounds

Musica Sacra — this describes very well our intuitively played music

9:00 – FREE

A Hymn for Life

With Ben Bushill

The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.

I No Longer Pray

By Chelan Harkin

Now I drink dark chocolate and let the moon sing to me.