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November Meditation, 2020

Photo by Ann Foorman


My sister sent me this poem the other day and it seemed so fitting for this week of Thanksgiving here in the United States. So many cycles of change – globally, nationally, locally and inside the cells of my own being. From micro to macro and back again. The one thing that appears a constant is the reminder to stay anchored in the now, perpetually letting go of what I thought I knew and how I want things to be. Over and over again I come back to the quiet place inside myself where my breath comes in and out. When I live here I am filled with deep gratitude for the simple things. What else is this life, really, but a string of moments woven together by my ability to be with each one exactly as it shows up?

Here’s to the “string of moments” in your life. May you weave them together with the grace of being present to each one as it comes.

With you in gratitude,

Peri and Barbara


Prescription for the Disillusioned

Come new to this

day. Remove the rigid

overcoat of expectations,

the notion of knowing,

the beliefs that cloud

your vision.

Leave behind the stories

of your life. Spit out the

sour taste of unmet expectations.

Let the stale scent of what-ifs

waft back into the swamp

of your useless fears.

Arrive curious, without the armor

of certainty, the plans and planned

results of the life you’ve imagined.

Live the life that chooses you, new

every breath, every blink of

your astonished eyes.

- Rebeccca del Rio


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