The New Year nearly upon us, I am sharing this beautiful poem I read at the end of the Winter Quarter! It is Annunciation by Marie Howe:

Even if I don’t see it again—nor ever feel it
I know it is—and that if once it hailed me
it ever does—
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.

For those planning to attend class in Winter Quarter, registrations in advance are suggested, in case the classes fill!  Please see the flyer here for details. I look forward to practicing with you as the the next season unfolds, and the dark days of winter begin to yield to light and new beginnings.

Winter 2017 _ for web