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Snowfield With Dried Trees / Solstice Poem

Solstice Poem

Solstice Poem by Margaret Atwood This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the…

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Rain On Pine Needles

Winter Landscapes: Being with Trees

“Having a landscape to oneself is an exclusive pleasure. Many of us stumble upon this by surprise. Suddenly it is there -unshared, solitary. One may well experience a reckless moment of freedom, a penetrating moment of understanding. A meaning that…

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Night Winter Sky / A Winter's Cloak

Winter’s Cloak

Poem shared at the opening of December 8th's Second Sunday Sit  - Winter’s Cloak by Joyce Rupp. (Rupp is a writer as well as Co-Director of the Institute of Compassionate Presence.) Winter's Cloak by Joyce Rupp This year I do…

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