“This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart
as the sun rises, as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
-Mary Oliver
We hold class in one of the parks down by the bay this week. We all bring food to share for lunch, and gather around in small groups getting to know each other. Some are long time friends, who welcome us newcomers with open arms. I breathe in the ocean air and allow myself to relax, taking in the offer of friendship and not overthinking it all too much.
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