Alone We Are Content To Be Together Again
Using Technology To Stay In Touch
Inside looking out
I prepare to enter
the practice.
Lighting a candle
I place it on the altar.
With hands clasped together
I bow to the Goddess
as I sit
in this ritual space.
I place the sacred sage
gifted from the earth
in the clam shell
we gathered
from the shore.
Strike the match
ignite the smudge.
Smoke floats.
Cupping my hands
I inhale a woody scent
then waft the greyish
exhalation
of the sage
into corners
of the quiet room.
Alone
I drop inside
savor stillness
breathe the scent
and quiet coolness as
I hear the steady beating
of my heart.
I reach out
to adjust my screen.
Arrange a plant tastefully
in the background.
Roll out my mat
sit into the space
in preparation
for the session.
The call begins
interrupting
the stillness
The smiles of the collective
a glimpse of their spaces
unique as they are.
We share.
There is laughter
and sadness in the voices
loneliness for some,
a sense of longing
and of loss.
We acknowledge
the absence
of the gathering.
Then energy shifts
and movement begins.
The leader takes charge
the practice begins
with chanting and breath
we are here again.
Alone but together.
Together but alone.
The movements in my space
are reflected by
the movements of the others
are our bodies remember
and release.
We listen to instructions
and meet them with reflection
we are in a communion of souls.
A familiar circle of friendship
routine reestablished
in the magic of a screen.
Possibilities without
stillness within.
As we move together,
we move alone.
Together but alone.
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