Monday Night Meditation Group

I looked around the room.
Eight women tonight. Sixteen feet.
Most wearing socks, but
one renegade with bare toes.

It’s cold outside, socks weather.
We always take our shoes off at the
door before finding a seat
in the cozy little room,
around a fireplace crowned
by a large, gentle picture
of two lovely white-plumed birds.

Before I close my eyes, waiting
for the first chime of the singing bowl,
I see the snuggly feet, side by side,
most planted firmly on the ground–
all belonging to my soul sisters,
and I smile on the inside.



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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