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SAVOR THE SENSATIONS by Mary McManus


Savor The Sensations

The bitter taste of trauma seasoned by salty tears
must be savored in equal measure
as hot cocoa slowly sipped wrapped in a warm, soft sweatshirt
reminiscent of hugs surrounding by friends in the sangha
seasons and sensations come and go
when we allow nature to just be
not holding on
or avoiding
gentle embrace.

In the darkness of winter
peace and solitude can be found amidst the cold
as snowflakes gently silently fall
look closely and see the glittering diamonds that will be reflected by the morning sun
savor the sensations
release the grip
of fear or grasping
allowing heart and mind to breathe it all in
and let it go with a deep exhale.




Mary McManus poet, blogger, and yogini left her award winning career as a social worker at the Department of Veterans Affairs in May 2007 to heal her own life. During the dark night of her soul she began to express herself through poetry. Her pen became a divining rod for healing, light, love, hope, possibility, health and wholeness. Her journey of transformation took her to the finish line of the 2009 Boston Marathon and, in 2011, to her yoga mat. Mary holds a BS in Public Relations from Boston University and an MSW from Boston College. In January 2013, Mary graduated South Boston Yoga's 200 hour Body Awakening Teacher Training Program. Be sure to visit her website here and follow her inspirational blog here Mary's books of poetry are available on Amazon here.

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  1. Thank you for reminding us, dear Mary, of how important it is to fully embrace an experience before we move beyond it. Pushing away life -as uncomfortable as it can get sometimes- is surely not going to move us through that discomfort any faster. It needs to be fully breathed in with our heart and mind first, as you poetically state, before we can "let it go with a deep exhale". Ahhhh! That feels good! This is a perfect meditation for the holidays when many face difficult sensations. Thank you again for sharing!

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