To be alive is Sense-ational! The taste of crisp morning autumn air, the warmth of exhalation, the quite din of the town as it comes awake. May we be present to our senses, open to all that we may receive. And let us be mindful of our intuitive senses as well, as we hear the longings and the pain of those that we love. May we encounter everyone by listening with our hearts, seeing with our souls, and touching with our complete and perfect Beings. We are sensationally grateful! Blessed Be, and Amen.
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