Session of 23rd November

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Adrienne's mindfulness practice today explored Memories of Kindness (these practices can be accessed on YouTube if you would like to do the mindfulness in your own time). She opened with a poem called Your Soft Heart by Nikita Gill: 






















Bev's poem and prompt continued the theme with "The Kindness of Memory" by Mary Lou Healy.




For those of you who are considering using writing in workshops remember there are plenty of free resources on the Lapidus Scotland website:

Lapidus Scotland's Facilitator Toolkit



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