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Green Grass / Softest Of Mornings

Softest of Mornings

Softest of Mornings By Mary Oliver Softest of mornings, hello. And what will you do today, I wonder, to my heart? And how much honey can the heart stand, I wonder, before it must break? This is trivial, or nothing:…

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Withered Tree Surrounded With Snow During Daytime - Contemplation, Candlelight And Connection

Contemplation, Candlelight and Connection

Contemplation, Candlelight and Connection: Three Rituals for Celebrating New Year's Eve Quietly Sometimes the best thing we can do for ourselves at year’s end is to celebrate quietly. If that feels like your speed, here are three rituals to help.…

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Green And Black Dandelion

In the Days of Growing Darkness

In the days of growing darkness the natural world continues to offer support to our wellbeing, along with our relationship to impermanence and transformation. As Mary Oliver encourages us to recognize in her poem below, winter is not simply the…

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White Pillar Candle On Brown Wooden Table - Winter Solstice Yoga Nidra

A Special Winter Solstice Yoga Nidra Class

Join us December 21, 2021 for a special winter solstice yoga nidra class. The regular weekly drop-in class will be extended 15 minutes this Tuesday to create space for a post-relaxation solstice ritual. Winter Solstice Yoga Nidra 5:30 - 6:45pm…

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Morning Flowers Waking Up

Today, a Poem for Summer

Today Today I'm flying low and I'm not saying a word. I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting…

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River Valley / For A New Beginning

For a New Beginning

For some January 1 marked the beginning of the new year, for others that recognition will come on the 25th, the lunar new year.  However you understand this beginning, may you listen to the places and spaces of your heart…

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Snowfield With Dried Trees

Solstice Poem

A simple meditation inspired by the Winter Solstice and Margaret Atwood's Solstice Poem. 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…

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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

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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