Nov 212018
Holiday Book Gift Sales: The Tao of Trees

Reading Time: < 1 minute Holiday Book Gift Sales Ends November 27, 2018. Catch it now! The Tao of Trees Poems to reconnect you to the natural world and your Sacred Self. Give this beautiful illustrated poetry book as a Holiday Gift to a loved one… or to yourself. Beyond its pages, this book is a gift of mindfulness, serenity and beauty to heal and uplift us in these difficult times. Read more and catch the Holiday Sales here. Holidays 2018 Sales When you buy this poetry book right now, you get $5 off from the book PLUS VIP Invitation and free seat in the New Year Tao of Tree Poetry Reading and conversation with poet-artist-shaman Maria Mar Valid only from November 20 to November 27, 2018 Limited number of books available for this sales. Offer only good at Author’s Gumroad online Store and only for the purchase of The Tao of Trees paperback. Read more and get the Holiday Sales Discount here Send to Kindle

Nov 212018
Art and poem: Celebration

Reading Time: 2 minutes Thanksgiving and the Holidays Celebration During these holy days, I want to join you in a celebration of life, love and the beauty in this world. So here’s a poem and art illustration from The Tao of Trees to remind you of the magic of love and the power of gratitude. This is poem #3 and it’s in The Path of Beauty, one of seven paths in the illustrated poetry book. Celebration Yesterday I did not see this tree. I was in a hurry and walk past it. After all, it was just another tree like the many lining my path. Now I stop in wonder. Rain drops hang from the naked limbs, like diamonds glittering in the fingers of creation. Like fairies, they twinkle inviting me to play and pray; filling me with gratitude. This trunk is no longer ordinary. Father Winter’s dazzling garland has transformed this humble tree into a celebration.   From The Tao of Trees, by Maria Mar(c) The Perfect Christmas Gift The Tao of Trees Poems to reconnect you to the natural world and your [Read more.]

May 192015
Do you Need to Create a Chrysalis?

Reading Time: 4 minutes Do you Need to Create a Chrysalis? I want to share with you the magic of my most recent shamanic performance that took place on Sunday, May 17th in New York. I just emerged from my ceremonial chrysalis and did a magical Butterfly Dance. This was an in-depth ceremony for me as well as a shamanic performance and journey for the women in the audience. I first wrote a poem and then danced it. The poem was a shamanic journey through the process of creating my chrysalis, feeding on it to become my dream and finally emerging as my embodied potential. “But what is this chrysalis?” you may ask. In nature, the chrysalis is the new skin that the caterpillar builds in order to nurture and protect its transformation into butterfly. The Sacred Feminine School of Wisdom teaches us that women also need to create a chrysalis to nurture and protect our transformation. Throughout time, there have been different ceremonies, rites or special places for women to do this, from the Moon Lodge to the Red Tent. If you are [Read more.]

Apr 142015
Dream Express Oracle-Dragonfly

Reading Time: 2 minutes Dream Express Oracle Dragonfly This is the Oracle I use to play in the Book Signing Party for my novel, Angelina and the Law of Attraction. Read more below. CLUE: Dragonfly, so tiny, illuminates the vast dark night. And so does your Soul! This is an Water Card, connected to emotions, soul and psyche Dream Express Oracle My new inspirational fantasy novel is out, and I am celebrating through fun Book Signing Parties both locally in New York and globally online. Here’s a preview of the Dream Express Oracle I am using to present this magical story to those who attend the Book Party. Card:Dragonfly Chapter: No 8- Dreamboro Plaza Synopsis: Angelina finally accepts her Shadows and how they have distorted her perception and trusts Dragonfly Diva’s guidance. As she surrenders her resistance, the “N” train stops and they exit the wagon. Angelina finds herself in utter darkness. Then she falls into a vision where she meets her DreamSelf, the person who she is in the future if she reclaims the Dream in her Soul. That exquisite vision breaks Angelina’s [Read more.]

Mar 142015
Prayer: Help me grow wings

Reading Time: 2 minutes Sunday Prayer Help me Grow Wings   Great Spirit in All that Is, Help me grow my wings like the Butterfly, from within. Bring me back home when I march ahead, collecting feathers all over the place of flapping madly to change the winds without feeling the flight. Bring me back home to prune the feathers forming in the chrysalis of my imagination. Bring me back home to feel the flight in my delight. Bring me back home to gather the faith the joy and the desire in my heart. For only from my heart can I leap to soar. Only from my Sacred Heart can I open my wings to change the winds of the world.     Maria Mar March 10, 2015 New York, New York     NOTE: This prayer holds wisdom from the acred Feminine School of Wisdom. Here’s a preview: When we want to fly to our dreams, many of us tries to find the means outside. We do things to change things in our external environment. But it does not work like that, and [Read more.]

Feb 282015
Poem: The Forest of the Wild Red Rose

Reading Time: 4 minutes Saturday Poem The Forest of the Wild Red Rose     Beloved, you are about to enter. Here is what you are reaching for:   A deep red rose unfolding in perfect velvet spirals emanating a sweet musky aroma that spreads through the dwelling and penetrates every aperture. It stands alone, unguarded at a clearance showered in golden light surrounded by ancient trees near running water.   The deep in the red is for my depth. I dive into the mystery of Soul. I am not afraid to touch the darkest folds of truth.   What this means to you is that I can see into your Soul. If you are hiding, best not enter. I can dive with you to that pain hiding inside the most secret folds of your being. I can rise with you to the most sublime regions of your luminescence. I can be there for you. With you. I can hear the Infinite Whisper of the Soul. It is the ink of my poetry.   The red is for my passion. I am fiery. Mine [Read more.]