Meditation Poem Series: #71

Meditation Poems #71

the wind dances on my face
my heart flutters alive


I wrote this poem yesterday, while on a work retreat at Richmond Hill. We had the morning of silence, so I got to sit outside on a warm day and breathe. Richmond Hill was once a Catholic Monastery of the Sisters of the Visitation, but now an ecumenical community that is open for retreats and classes. The grounds are quite beautiful. If you want the full history of the place, go to: