We Are Beloved

A free weekly newsletter & meditation gathering

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Our weekly meditation meets on Zoom
on Tuesday from 8 - 8:55am Pacific
We will not meet 3/25/25 and 4/1/25
Given freely — donations warmly welcome
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We will not meet 3/25/25

Weekly Meditation Gathering

A gentle, guided drop-in session open to all. This gathering explores a wide range of practices — each session is created to suit the moment and those present. The way we practice sees meditation as an innate human capacity, recognizing that our minds are made for curiosity and wonder, and making space to fall naturally into states of contemplation, rest, and reverie for integration and creation. This practice is amenable to busy minds and is trauma-aware: choice, grounding, exploration of somatic experience, and thoughtful self-regulation are steady threads.

This event is given freely; your choice to donate supports my ability to share teaching in widely-accessible formats. Thank you!

Weekly Newsletter

a closeup of four wrists, each with the word ONE tattooed on it

Four Times One & New Year's Resolution Support!

Jan 10, 2024 — I chose the word ONE, to encapsulate my belief that we are all part of the dancing body of the cosmos, all part of the sacred whole of the life of the universe, and that I should be kind to everyone.

A sidewalk, a strip of wild green, a brick wall with a faded mural of a person. Stenciled I AM THE COSMOS. By Andrea Moed

January Refresher Support Circle

Jan 5, 2024 — One of the things I love about the long rolling path of the winter holidays is how December slowly melts into a sugary goo of both sacredness and debauch – and then we have this opportunity on the other side for a glorious renewal.

A book held open by a hand. In the open pages is a piece of folded paper on which lie three sprigs of rosemary.

33 Sprigs of Rosemary

Dec 7, 2023 — In preparation for a small ritual, I have prepared some rosemary from the land on which I live: cut, pressed into books that are dear to me and which speak of mystery or spirit or poetry, and now dry and ready to flow onward.