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Meditation for the Ever-Beginner, Saturday, January 14

Meditation for the Ever-Beginner, Saturday, January 14

Presented by the Falmouth Community Wellness Committee and Guided by Susan Lebel Young Have you tried meditation once, but it didn’t work? Maybe you want to start practicing again or take a refresher class? Perhaps you meditate regularly, and would welcome an opportunity to join with others. Whatever your motivation, you’re invited to this workshop… Continue Reading

LIFE, UNWOUND: HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

LIFE, UNWOUND: HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

Holiday ads on tv showcase beautifully decorated homes and at least a subtle message that it’s good to be “home for the holidays.” Yet “home” does not equal safety for all of us, for those raised in chaos, or trauma. How do we make sense of “home,” whatever it meant, or now means to us?… Continue Reading

LIFE, UNWOUND: WHAT ARE THE HOLIDAYS ABOUT?

LIFE, UNWOUND: WHAT ARE THE HOLIDAYS ABOUT?

A few weeks before Thanksgiving, I watched eight-year-old and seven-year-old sisters arrive late to breakfast because they had stayed in their beds to start their Christmas lists. On plain white sheets of paper, they scrawled: a new soccer ball, another stuffed animal, pink snow pants.   They showed the lists to their mom, who smiled and… Continue Reading

LIFE, UNWOUND: FALL LEAVES

LIFE, UNWOUND: FALL LEAVES

I’m thinking about autumn. I’m thinking about how the leaves paint and brighten the sky, how foliage rainbows reign everywhere, in the azure blue above, in the yellows and oranges, in the burning-bush reds, and how, as poet Mary Oliver wrote, “Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving… Continue Reading

LIFE, UNWOUND: INHABITING STILLNESS

LIFE, UNWOUND: INHABITING STILLNESS

Many beautiful quotes invite us into stillness. T.S. Eliot offers this:  “At the still point of the turning world. …at the still point, there the dance is,… Except for the point, the still point,There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.” What is the still point? And the dance? Does the poet… Continue Reading

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