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"The Temple of Bless-Sings"
JUNE 2017- PANCHENA BAY, BRITISH COLUMBIA
In the grains of sand
Moving under our feet
There is a song singing to us
A song singing through everything,
In every tangled forest there are also glades
Just like in every suffering there is also a hidden blessing
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.
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
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.
"Omgoddess. So much beauty..." - MN
FIRE PHOTO CREDIT: LORNE COLE
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