Christina Watkins

ABOUT

Christina Watkins

Poet

Christina Watkins B.A. M.Div. teacher, soul friend, pilgrim, poet. I was born in Southern Ontario, Canada. Since I married my husband, who is a geologist, I have lived in Australia, Toronto, Mexico, Northern Ontario, Northern Quebec, Colorado, Arizona, and British Columbia. I have always and still do love to walk and hike and dance, listen to music and write poems, to read and go to the movies and attend theatrical or musical productions. I am a life long learner and life long teacher, I hope.

Poetry Books

Poems For The Journey

Poems for the Journey

This collection of poems tells stories about a few people and events which have been formative in the poet’s life. Carefully selected and told from the poet’s heart, these poems invite readers to consider their own personal formative experiences with people, places and events.
Poems Poemas - Christina Watkins

Poems~Poemas

These are simple poems about significant feelings and the coming to new consciousness in a particular woman’s life. The poems invite the reader’s own reflections and also rereading. The way the poems are presented, Spanish on the left hand page and English on the right, enhance the wide spiritual and reflective circles of the poems.

Sample Reading: Wind Whispers

A pantoum poem by Christina Watkins from her book “Poemas Poemas,” read by James Watkins

Sample Reading: Close Together

a poem by Christina Watkins read by James Watkins

Latest Media

This Week in America Podcast

Christina Watkins on This Week In America Podcast

by Ric Bratton

In the latest episode of This Week In America With Ric Bratton, Christina Watkins, talks about her latest books, “Poems for the Journey” and “Poems~Poemas”. These collections of poems tell stories about a few people and events which have been formative in Christina’s life. The poems invite readers to consider their own personal formative experiences with people, places and events.

Latest Blogs

Into Lent Towards Easter

Into Lent Towards Easter

Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. In the city where we live, priests and ministers were out on city streets this morning in the bitter cold offering to place ashes on the foreheads of those who wanted that for themselves. The light in the morning sky is not bright here in...

My Memories of Baseball

My Memories of Baseball

The game of baseball has a special place in my heart. The crack of a bat connecting with a baseballinvites dreamy memories. In the 1950’s, when I was a young kid, my busy mother took me, just me, to watch baseball games inLabatt’s Memorial Park in London Ontario. I...

September Musings

September Musings

This time of year makes me think of my own teachers and how they have affected my understanding ofawe and wonder. I hope that this year’s teachers, whoever and wherever they are, will encourage andvalue whatever awe and wonder their students or they themselves...