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Autumnal - by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer


When the leaves are about to yellow and fall


ask me then how I tried to hold on to what was green,


how I thought perhaps I was different,


how everything I thought I knew about gold


turned brittle and brown. Ask me what it was like


to fall then. Sometimes the world’s workings feel transparent


and we know ourselves as the world. Sometimes


the only words that can find our lips are thank you,


though the gifts look nothing like anything


we ever thought we wanted. Sometimes, gratitude


arrives in us, not because we are willing,


but because it insists on itself, like a weed,


like a wind, like change.


I hope you enjoy this beautiful poem. See what it resonates in you. What subtleties do you sense? How do these words feel in your body? Maybe taking a moment to close your eyes and feel the words.


I am grateful for our subtle bodies. The energies that are there whether we feel it or not. But when we make an effort to notice, notice quietly, your body speaks if you are willing to listen. Enjoy this subtle moment.


Join me tomorrow at the PCS&M Chapel at 1pm, as we move our bodies to feel, sense and explore our subtle energy, as gratitude arrives in us, in community.



Love and blessings,

Ana

Resident Yogi and Self Care Doula





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Love this and needed it this morning 💗💗💗💗💗

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