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Snow on wisteria blossoms?  Welcome to climate change Southwest.   The Garden of the Heart, by the way, is now the site of the SSC in-town office and meeting room. On the land, not snow, but apple blossoms on the old darshan tree.    The now monthly Sunday zikr and pot luck on the land happened on Easter, and featured cascarones -- hollow eggs filled with glitz that you break over someone's head for a year of blessing. Jamila brought a whole bunch and hid them around.  A visiting Easter Dog got some, but there were plenty left to season the meal.     There was also continued discussion of the place of trees in the planned ramada to cover the eating area.   The garden is underway  and so is the foundation and floor for the maqbara meditation hut. Even the Easter snake is on the move. The next Sunday zikr and pot luck was the same weekend as a Silence, Song and Sabbath retreat, which makes a good combination. The maqbara meditation hut now has a roof structure and is ready for the Building Green Together camp that starts May 18.  Here Krishna Paul, who has done all this work, shows the progress to guests who came from town. All work is not Krishna's style, however.  He's also behind the new volleyball court. Bravo! And speaking of wild life...

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listening on the land          Spring is such a joy this year - the warm days, the brilliantly green tender new leaves on the cottonwoods, the tiny wildflowers and the white evening primroses everywhere, to say nothing of the sounds of construction on all of our houses, and the foundation of the Murshid Moineddin Maqbara Retreat Hut!  I even appreciate the spring winds, harbingers of change that they are. And it's also spring in the heart of our residents' circle - distinctions and differences that we struggled with through the winter have dissolved once again into respect, compassion, and harmony. Easter brought a new kind of resurrection this year.  We had our first-of-the-season zikr and potluck on the land on Easter, and to celebrate, and all of us gathered blessed each other by hunting for and then breaking cascarones (eggshells filled with glitter, a Mexican tradition) over each other's heads (the ones the dogs didn't get to first!).                   I give thanks for the miracle of New Life, in all its names and forms.  Shakur Allah!  Alhamdulillah! Azima

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Here's the gateway to our Cafe Press shop http://www.cafepress.com/swsufi Big pre-summer sale going on. (Well, no, it's not any cheaper, but it is for sale, and we need the money.)

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editings   The dog ate my webletter?  No, that's not why it's late. This is my faithful, tiny computer -- just after it hit the floor. The screen is dead. The webletter photos are inside. It's the day before I leave for a wee Scottish island with no Internet access. Ya Shakur.  The little computer works with an external monitor.  The photos are alive and well, and now I can add some newer ones.  Better late? Much love to all, Hayra Nur

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