Attunement in the deepest sense of the word, is a way of life. As a healing art, its foundations lie in the understanding that there is one Source of life on this planet and this Source is the essential nature of ourselves. When Attunement is shared with another, it allows for balance to be re- established in body, mind, and heart by working through the energy field that surrounds the body.

We will “meet” in silence for a designated half hour once a month. A core of Attunement practitioners will host the occasion, sustaining an energetic space of healing, reassurance and connection with those tuned in. In the quiet each can return to her own center and rest in the clear tone of life that is amplified together.

Chaos in our lives, health challenges, and the trauma of change are invited into resonance with a core of well-being, in a community dedicated to the blossoming of each one.
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From this central place of Being the direction for our lives is most easily felt, and all that dwells in the reach of our lives is likewise bathed in the positive current.

The trees don’t ask each other, “What time shall we connect today?”They are always connected, as are all of us. We invite you to dip into Attunement throughout the day on Sunday as you feel moved, remembering that we are all in a flow together, always.

Ann, Bonnie Jo and Michele

Dear Friends,We share with you a poem by Joy Harjo to to orient us as another year comes to a close and we enter a new year together.
RememberRemember the sky that you were born under,know each of the star’s stories.Remember the moon, know who she is.Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is thestrongest point of time. Remember sundownand the giving away to night.Remember your birth, how your mother struggledto give you form and breath. You are evidence ofher life, and her mother’s, and hers.Remember your father. He is your life, also.Remember the earth whose skin you are:red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earthbrown earth, we are earth.Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have theirtribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,listen to them. They are alive poems.Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows theorigin of this universe.Remember you are all people and all peopleare you.Remember you are this universe and thisuniverse is you.Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.Remember language comes from this.Remember the dance language is, that life is.Remember.

Blessings from the attunement circle gals, Ann, Bonnie Jo and Michele

May we be nourished by the textures of our lives: through our intimate relationships, through our relationship with Mother Earth, and through all of the gifts that arise from the Mystery.

A poem for us as we step into the shared radiance of the attunement circle shared by Bonnie Jo ~

Some nights stay up ‘til dawnAs the Moon does for the SunBe a full bucket pulled upBy the dark way of a wellThenlifted out into the LightSomething Opens our WingsSomething makes boredom and hurt disappearSomeone fills the cup in front of usWe taste only Sacredness…
John O’Donahue Anam Cara

Blessings, Ann, Bonnie Jo and Michele

Friends,
“Many are holding a steady current. We may not see it reflected in the mainstream, but it’s happening.” I share with you the wisdom arising from our attunement conversation this week with an invitation to step into this attunement circle time as you would step into ceremony. Meet the steady current that lives in you, and connects through the fertile silence to us all.
With gratitude,
Ann, Michele and Bonnie Jo

From the point of balance, the equinox: the light diminishes, the light expands. An expression of wholeness throughout this planet. We are in constant motion with these cycles of seasons, cycles of the moon, cycles of stillness into creativity and into stillness once again. A web of kinship with all beings comes forth. Let us, together, pause in the place of reverence for this expression of life that weaves us all together.
Ann, Michele and Bonnie Jo

On this silent Sunday during the attunement circle we invite you into a space of faith by “feeling the light” that surrounds us and is within us with all.

Ann, Michele and Bonnie Jo

Dear friends,
As we pause during this ramped up time of collective re-storying, let this attunement circle be a portal into “Don’t Know” mind. Here there is an invitation of movement from fear of “what might happen” into curiosity. Here there is an invitation to soften edges of thought that limit possibility. Here there is an invitation to bring tenderness to the places within that are uncomfortable with the uncertainty of these times. 
May blessings come forth,
Ann, Michele and Bonnie Jo

"We must draw our standards from the natural world. We must honor with the humility of the wise the bounds of that natural world and the mystery which lies beyond them, admitting that there is something in the order of being which evidently exceeds all our competence.”
Vaclav Havel, president of the Czech Republic

This Sunday morning let us rest into the mystery which lies beyond us.
With love,Ann, Michele and Bonnie Jo

As spring bursts forth into her full expression here in the in the Northeast, we bring to Sunday’s attunement circle a celebration of friendship and a remembrance of all possibility that arises from connection.
Ann, Bonnie Jo and Michele

Dear friends,
What is at risk for me to be me? What is at risk for me not to be me? This Warrior question came through our check in as we shared the challenges of intimacy with family, friends, and colleagues. A blessing to bring into the attunement circle this Sunday ~ may we all finely tune our instrument of our essential being and let the music come through. Blessed Be.
Ann, Bonnie Jo and Michele

Oh how the shaped words of poetry or prose can reverberate through our being, soothing us or stirring us to take a trowel and unearth the mysteries contained in the unturned soil of our inner landscape. In appreciation of all the beings who shape words, we invite you into the attunement circle with a poem by one of our favorites.

The Guest Houseby Jalaluddin Rumi
This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival.A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,meet them at the door laughing,and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,because each has been sentas a guide from beyond.

Walking gently in kindness,
Ann, Michele and Bonnie Jo