"The Temple of Bless-Sings"

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JUNE 2017- PANCHENA BAY, BRITISH COLUMBIA

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In the grains of sand

Moving under our feet

There is a song singing to us

A song singing through everything, 

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In every tangled forest there are also glades

Just like in every suffering there is also a hidden blessing

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This Temple was constructed as a place of solace, of refuge, of communion,  

Where our blessings could be etched on stones with our sorrows brushed into the sand.

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Here/There,

in this symbolic place

Between high and low tide

We practiced stillness in the pause

Witnessing that which exists between breaths

Yes, we sang, yes we cried, yes we reminded each other

That we are more than our stories of shadow & light suffering

We are that sacred silent place, always free, again & again to choose

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The Temple of Bless-sings was created as a place for tranquility and refuge 

A setting where we might find something beyond the chaotic chattering noise of grief  

So that we might find communion with that experience which is often barely audible, 

That single note in some great song that we play

In the whispering cosmic wind that is

dissolving us, transforming us

 Carrying us

home. 

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"Omgoddess. So much beauty..." - MN

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FIRE PHOTO  CREDIT: LORNE COLE

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