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We recently had a little company retreat at our place with some special friends, big and small. On the last day before everyone headed home, we traveled down the road to pick blueberries at a local farm. The whole experience was rather like a moving meditation…it was a radiant summer day, we had the farm all to ourselves, and the only other noises we could hear (over Enrique’s shrieks of delight) were the sounds of country. And each of us found ourselves wandering off from time to time to bask in the sunshine — and the moment.
