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Forest With Pink Flower Meadow - How To Listen

How to Listen

We're conditioned in so many ways to approach difficulties—our own and each other's—with a "fix it" mentality.  How to Listen from James A. Pearson is a beautiful call to consider a different way of being. When we meet one another…

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Wave Dissolving Into Ocean - When Hearts Break Like Waves

When Hearts Break Like Waves

Redefinition when I say my heart breaks I mean it breaks like a wave— as if exhausted by its own separateness it gives itself back to the whole - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer When Hearts Break Like Waves Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer…

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Green Grass Field - The Spring Equinox

The Spring Equinox

The spring equinox is a beautiful reminder of balance- of the potent and liminal space between lunar and solar, dark and light, inner contemplation and outer expression. In spiritual traditions it’s understood as a fertile time for growth and transformation.…

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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 29th, the lunar new year.  However you understand this beginning, may you listen to the places and spaces of your heart…

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Photo Of Dark Clouds In A Peach Colored Sky / In Praise Of Air

In Praise of Air

In Praise of Air by John O'Donohue Let us bless the air, Benefactor of breath, Keeper of the fragile bridge We breathe across. Air waiting outside The womb, to funnel A first breath That lets us begin To be here,…

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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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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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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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