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Weekly Attunement

New Rain continues to offer Weekly Attunement because we are aware of the preciousness of the teachings and the need for presence of spiritual community in these times. Taj Inayat and Gayan Macher started this weekly online gathering for meditation and attunement on Thursday, March 26, 2020.

We post the most recent YouTube video here within a week. You can also access the archive of all Attunement videos here. Please join the email list “Free Weekly Attunements” to receive the Zoom invitation to Weekly Attunement.

What Doesn't Pass

Opening Music: Haven of Peace – Constance Demby (Album: Sanctum Sanctuorum)

Closing Music: I Just Called To Say I Love You

  Sung by John Prine and The Secret Sisters    Composed by Stevie Wonder

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On Hearing of Your Loss

Stepping out in the heating morning for our walk,
the dogs, me and the park,
Through the children’s section of slides and swings
Past the group at the picnic tables, some ten Down’s Syndrome
teens, with accompanying staff,
They are playing a game of Bingo, calling the numbers
and the players shift their tokens.

Our walk path is lined with Queen Anne’s Lace plants
many with a ladybug or a bee 
The little creatures gathering pollen, and traveling all
along the native plants of this park
Which was designed with the consultation
of local Indigenous peoples.

As we come to the East end, Mt Hood graces the 
horizon still white with snow,
And on the near path is the growing collection
of The Walking Man, 
Who collects anything loose wherever he goes 
and brings it back by hand
To stash for who knows what reason outside
his hidey hole in the blackberry patch,
The inside is already full.

No clouds, all sun and heat, fresh air, and as Murshid 
says, “The Privilege of Being Human”,
And yes, this is the hardest time of the year, marking
the days when my daughter was told,
No more treatments, enjoy whatever quality of life
there is left,
And it was not much.

I am enveloped in the feelings of her knowing that 
the time is here,
That the end of life is near
Sure, we all know at some level that each breath,
each hour, minute and day is a gift,
But to know that the gift box has been opened,
and that which was given has been used,
It’s a different story isn’t it.

I have heard that you have lost a Loved One.
This Privilege of Being Human,
demands of us that we feel each pain as deeply
As each joy, and that puts us to the test
doesn’t it
That we drink deeply from the cup
even to the bottom’s bitter dregs
Tears of joy and tears of sorrow for that which 
we had and that which is gone

The path goes west and to the north St Helen’s
flat top like an ice cream cone half gone.
The native plants along the path are not
the striking beauty of roses
Day Lilies, Petunias, or even Nasturtiums
nonetheless they are the beauty 
Of Nature in its weediness
The joys and sorrows of that which we had
and that which is now gone. 

Love and Healing,
~~@~~Hadi

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