Session of 11th January

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Adrienne's mindfulness practice today was Mindfulness with the Support of Sound (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 "Lost" by David Wagoner.

Bev's writing prompt "edges of song that came in on the wind" was taken from Kenneth Steven's poem "The Fiddler".

Some introspective writing emerged from the session and we shared the link to a moving philosophical video by Huw Evans called "Not Long Now". This is a life reflection by this writer exploring his own mortality; roughly an hour long and you need a peaceful place to listen to it but what a powerful essay.

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