Every winter the goats in the local hills are herded around for weed abatement. I turn a corner on my hike to find them here one day, over there the next. We look up at each other in surprise and wonder. Poems are like this too. Around every curve, someone else’s words delight me and underscore our weekly class themes. What a joy to practice being present together, season by season, moment by moment. 

Sacred Space

One Deepening Connection (Rosemerry Wahtolla Trommer)

each breath

a sanctuary

I carry with me

Listening

Blessing for Sound (David Whyte, The Bell and the Blackbird)