Naropa Community Practice Space - Wednesday, 4/22/2020 - Susan Skjei - Shared screen with speaker view
Gratitude for the green of spring
the goodness of connection
LOVE the poem!
The Peace of Wild ThingsWhen despair grows in meand I wake in the middle of the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting for their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.Wendell Berry
grateful for the quenching power of the rain
Enjoying the sweet cool breeze and the warmth of the sun on my skin
peace and stillness of wild things
thank you Susan - lovely poem
theank you for the prom
Here in New England the cottonwood trees are shedding their white seeds—snow across the greening yards.
Thank you Susan!
Thank you for the poem
The sky is still as blue as it has always been...
Grateful for the healing power of Mother Nature
so much gratitude for this space to connect and expand heart. thank you.
loved the practice as well - felt very connectd