Dear miss woodpecker !

I wrote a poem dedicated to the memory of my baby girl Constanza. She is no longer in human form, she is alive in another dimension of life. When I want to get in touch with her, I simply practice mindfulness and feel her loving energy in my heart. She reminds me to practice when I am in reverie. The following lines are the poem: Dear miss woodpecker ! In the midst of a rumination rain. When the mind was stubborn to be the center of attention, the owner of the party. You came in the form of a woodpecker and took me out of my reverie. Dear miss woodpecker, in mindfulness, listening to the music of your percussion instrument. Hearing that sweet greeting from you to life. Six beautiful sounds in the wood of a tree, with a precise rhythm. A silence, followed again by six beautiful sounds from the woodwork of the tree. You brought me back to the here and now, you woke me up. Thank you dear, you have brought me back to life! E-mail: meditamigomedita@gmail.com