Day 4

Your Day 4 practice and poem are below (remember: you have indefinite access to the session as long as you store this link somewhere safe.).

I look forward to seeing you in real time tomorrow!

From the cushion,

xo Sarah

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Holiday Meditation Series: Day 4

Poem of the day: 

In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver

Look, the trees are turning
their own bodies into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment,
the long tapers

of cattails
are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.

Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know. To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.