MARCH 2026
Welcome! This month we have a deep listening practice (video below) as well as a coloring practice AND a great audio meditation (EARTH & SKY).
VIDEO PRACTICE
COLORING PRACTICE
in a playful way, draw a little stick figure and color the area around it as if you are coloring your aura (energy field) in this moment
draw a little world, our world, planet Earth and color around our world with beautiful colors – like prayers for peace
Or draw a little symbol for something you are concerned about and pick colors to surround it with that feels supportive
AUDIO PRACTICE
A POEM
we are in a time
of real costs
stakes are
high
the arena
is loud
there is a signal
coming through
despite
the noise
may we
occasionally
close our mouths
and
shut our eyes
in order to
catch
the signal
we need
extra
senses
to catch
our signal
through
the
noise
it is imperative
we
learn
to do this
now
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The present is the wave that explodes over my head,
flinging the air with particles at the height of its breathless unroll;
it is the live water and light that bears from undisclosed sources
the freshest news, renewed and renewing,
world without end.
- Annie Dillard
It is believed by most
that time passes;
in actual fact,
it stays where it is.
This idea of passing may be called time,
but it is an incorrect idea,
for since one sees it only as passing,
one cannot understand that it stays just where it is.
- Dogen Zenji
Among the Multitudes
I am who I am.
A coincidence no less unthinkable
than any other.
I could have different
ancestors, after all.
I could have fluttered
from another nest
or crawled bescaled
from under another tree.
Nature's wardrobe
holds a fair supply of costumes:
spider, seagull, field mouse.
Each fits perfectly right off
and is dutifully worn
into shreds.
I didn't get a choice either,
but I can't complain.
I could have been someone
much less separate.
Someone from an anthill, shoal, or buzzing swarm,
an inch of landscape tousled by the wind.
Someone much less fortunate,
bred for my fur
or Christmas dinner,
something swimming under a square of glass.
A tree rooted to the ground
as the fire draws near.
A grass blade trampled by a stampede
of incomprehensible events.
A shady type whose darkness
dazzled some.
What if I'd prompted only fear,
loathing,
or pity?
If I'd been born
in the wrong tribe,
with all roads closed before me?
Fate has been kind
to me thus far.
I might never have been given
the memory of happy moments.
My yen for comparison
might have been taken away.
I might have been myself minus amazement,
that is,
someone completely different.
- Wisława Szymborska
"Be pleased yet once again to come down and breathe a soul into the newly formed, fragile film of matter with which this day the world is to be freshly clothed."
- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
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xoxo Jess