July 2026 Newsletter
Hello Sangha,
Instead of my own words this month, I thought I'd leave you with the words of the poet, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. Her poem, Self-Compassion, is a welcome reminder of just how precious our tender presence is to our own heart. Enjoy!
With love,
Kate Munding
Guiding Teacher, Assaya Sangha
Self-Compassion
by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
It’s like the scent of rain
after a month of drought,
the way it rises up and fills the lungs,
quiets the body
and gentles the mind –
that’s what it’s like
when, after grasping
and spinning and reaching
and clenching at last,
exhausted with my own fear,
I lay my hand on my own heart.
and see through my thoughts,
and practice loving
what is beneath my palm:
This frightened woman
and the life that lives through her.
Not a single promise I will be safe,
but, when I press my open hand
into the beat of my anxious heart
what was dry becomes loamy,
what was cracked becomes rich,
and a faint sweetness
tendrils through me, like incense.
soothing as a lullaby
that opens in the dark.
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