<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div id="content-main"><div class="post-11651 post type-post status-publish format-standard hentry category-uncategorized tag-feelings tag-grief tag-joy tag-paradox tag-singing" id="post-11651"><div class="posttitle"><h2><span style="font-size: 14px;">Dear Blessed Community, </span></h2><div><span style="font-size: 14px;">Today is the “official” fall equinox taking place at 2:19 p.m. so HAPPY EQUINOX TO YOU ALL </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 14px;">And a special thank you to those who came to support our quarterly FUNdraising event</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 14px;">on Saturday. We were blessed with a beautiful crowd, an incredible potluck, and once again…amazing music with Doug, Johnny and Ron. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 14px;">Below is the poem I read which I received many requests to share.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 14px;">Hoping you are all finding balance and staying current with yourself and the influx of so many emotions and so much activity in the world. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 14px;">We are in the “eclipse season” and it's a powerful time that many are feeling.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 14px;">Just a reminder….Attitudinal Principle # 8</span></div><div><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b>We can choose and direct ourselves to be peaceful inside regardless of what is happening outside.</b></i></div><div><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b><br></b></i></div><div><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b>And from the Hopi Prophecy “banish struggle from your attitude and vocabulary”….</b></i></div><div><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b><br></b></i></div><div><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b>May your hearts be light as a feather.</b></i></div><div><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b><br></b></i></div><div><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b>With only love, </b></i></div><div><i style="font-size: 14px;"><b>T</b></i></div><div><i><font size="4"><br></font></i></div><div><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br></span></div><h2>For When People Ask</h2><p class="post-info">Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer</p></div><div class="entry"><p><br><br>I want a word that means<br><em> okay </em>and<em> not okay</em>,<br> a word that means<br><em>devastated </em>and<em> stunned with joy.</em><br> I want the word that says<br><em> I feel it all, all at once</em>.<br>The heart is not like a songbird<br> singing only one note at a time,<br> more like a Tuvan throat singer<br>able to sing both a drone<br> and simultaneously<br> two or three harmonics high above it—<br>a sound, the Tuvans say,<br> that gives the impression<br> of wind swirling among rocks.<br>The heart understands the swirl,<br> how the churning of opposite feelings<br> weaves through us like an insistent breeze,<br>leads us wordlessly deeper into ourselves,<br> blesses us with paradox</p></div></div></div></body></html>