Hi <<First Name>>,
Tuesday, Dec. 21 was winter solstice in the northern hemisphere. As the sun starts to visit us longer, the earth still has days of winter to come - a season of storage and unseen growth. Here in the bay area, we have been blessed with rain, and I'm reminded of this poem by Mary Oliver:
Lingering in Happiness
by Mary Oliver
After rain after many days without rain,
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground
where it will disappear–but not, of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole’s tunnel;
and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.
I know many of you will be busy with holiday preparations, gatherings, or travels. If you find yourself needing some quiet time this evening, feel free to join me for our regular meditation and chat -- zoom link and info are included at the bottom of this email.
Wishing you all a happy and blessed holiday season!