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Alone We Are Content To Be Together Again
Using Tech To Find Each Other

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 savour 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 my out my mat and 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.
“It’s still magic even if you know how it’s done.” ― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
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