groups keeping me centered

It is hard to be a spiritual slug when you got...

• a small but ever wonderful group of blogger friends who write about the journeys in which they have ventured and stumbled.
• three good friends (CS, SK, and CM), who every time I let my hectic life drag me away from our Monday night gatherings at church, pulled me back. and being the one who picked the topics, they kept turning to me to schedule a Monday gathering.
• four good friends who showed up once a month and shared silence and our voices at a Quaker Meeting House. I spoke last Friday about the pain of leaving a church where three members of the group have had positive experiences over the last 9 months. I imagined reconciliation. Is that the first step?
• a church down the street filled with folk who greet me so so friendly.
• a group of Rochester musicians called Margaret Explosion whose local newspaper says this... "The Margaret Explosion's music is infinite, eternally elegant, and mystical. Their esoteric wonder paints pictures in my head nonstop." - Frank DeBlase - Rochester City Newspaper.
  
  anyway there I was at the YMCA the other week, my mind racing, and this song floated into my ears. I walked laps hitting repeat, hitting repeat, hitting repeat. I walked and I fell into a good place. Click here if you have 3 minutes and 22 seconds to see what Frank and I are amazed by...

thanks...