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<div class="editor-content"><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt">Welcome to the Admiration Station - that is - your 2024 February Vlog! This video is for member’s only and oh what an honor and pleasure it continues to be to be able to share more here and connect in this way. Grab a cuppa and tune in with me for a bit as we discuss this month’s call to action in our ongoing practice of love, self care and expansion through awareness. GOSH I am looking forward to the year ahead with you! Thank you for being here. </span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt">Your sincere admirer, </span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt">Adriene</span></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"><span style="font-size: 12pt">Poem read is: </span><em><span style="font-size: 12pt">The Ponds, by </span></em><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/O/OliverMary/index.html"><em><span style="font-size: 12pt">Mary Oliver</span></em></a></p><p style="line-height: 1.38"></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Every year</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">the lilies</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">are so perfect</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">I can hardly believe</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">their lapped light crowding</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">the black,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">mid-summer ponds.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Nobody could count all of them --</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">the muskrats swimming</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">among the pads and the grasses</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">can reach out</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">their muscular arms and touch</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">only so many, they are that</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">rife and wild. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">But what in this world</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">is perfect?</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">I bend closer and see</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">how this one is clearly lopsided --</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">and that one wears an orange blight --</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">and this one is a glossy cheek</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">half nibbled away --</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">and that one is a slumped purse</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">full of its own</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">unstoppable decay.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Still, what I want in my life</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">is to be willing</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">to be dazzled --</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">to cast aside the weight of facts</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">and maybe even</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">to float a little</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">above this difficult world.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">I want to believe I am looking</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">into the white fire of a great mystery.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing --</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">that the light is everything -- that it is more than the sum</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt">of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.</span></p></div>