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~Poemas
Sky and Earth Cielo Y Tierra
Sky and Earth Cielo Y Tierra is a collection of lyrical poems written in both English and Spanish. The languages face each other—one on one side of the page, the other across from it.
In the Speaking of Your Name
by Christina Watkins
Download the hymn music “In the Speaking of Your Name“
Sample Reading: Wind Whispers
A pantoum poem by Christina Watkins from her book “Poemas Poemas”
Sample Reading: To My Mother
A poem by Christina Watkins
Sample Reading: Close Together
A poem by Christina Watkins
Latest Media
Christina Watkins on This Week In America Podcast
Latest Blogs
My Early Experience with the Cosmic or Integral Consciousness Movement
There is exciting understanding coming into our consciousness about what many people call ‘Our New Creation Story.’ The talk is about the film footage coming across our television screens from the James Webb Space Telescope this past summer. The talk is about...
Building the Earth
Thoughts on ’ Building the Earth’Most people would admit to hoping that the world will be a better place because they have been in it.Some people, perhaps most of us, desire to grow into the people love calls us to be.So where do we look for ideas on how to build the...
The Fist Poem of My Adult Life I Chose to Keep and Why I Am Glad I Did.
On The RiverOn land good dialogue is difficult.Seasons tell us when to rest and when to grow.The river is the place for easy flow.Flotsam and jetsam float on by.The daystar and night stars light our way.Huck and Jim were friendson the river.I offer this poem, which I...