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  • Every Tuesday evening, people come by to my place for a meditation. We call Peter on Skype and sit sometimes silently, sometimes describing our exeriences. No matter how many people drop by, a core of three of us, all women-all writers, never miss a Tuesday and never miss a chat afterwards with tea. Last night was its usual sit, chat, drink, hugs good-night.

    So much bounty exists in my life these days that I feel ready to burst. At times I wonder, what have I done to deserve such goodness? Mostly, I try to be grateful that the things I worried about years ago are not things I even think about anymore. Maybe with age comes perspective or maybe my priorities have shifted. I don't know, and does it matter? Nope. I just brew the tea and open my arms wider to take it all in.
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