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May Meditation, 2018

The morning was still here in New England – the wind quiet for a moment. At these times, my attention is called into the Present strongly. I find my ears perk up, there is a way that I come to the beauty of the world around me easily as though it is calling me to come – come be with us as we are with you say the trees….

It is in these moments that I know that all is well, all is connected, there is no “out there and in here”. We are truly one whole, wholesome and holy community.

May you find rest in this place of the Now, in the quiet beating of your own heart.


Peri & Barbara



If you put your hands on this oar with me, they will never harm another, and they will come to find they hold everything you want.

If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer lift anything to your mouth that might wound your precious land – that sacred earth that is your body.

If you put your soul against this oar with me, the power that made the universe will enter your sinew from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm that lives in us.

Exuberant is existence, time a husk. When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space; love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.

Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and the future? The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities will find no rest.

Be kind to yourself, dear – to our innocent follies. Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance. You will come to see that all evolves us.

~ Rumi ~

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