Live Virtual Group Session: 6pm EDT May 4th 2020

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

Together we listened to “Waving Through a Window” from the musical Dear Evan Hansenposted and linked below. So many of our participants shared how this piece moved them – whether it resonated with their “physical distance from others”, “longing to get back in” to old routines, “quite literally, tap tap tapping on windows in the ICU” or feeling trapped behind “the glass that is Zoom”. One participant observed how the lyrics’ progression of “I-you-we” expanded the point of view of the narrator and of the audience. Others were struck by some of the imagery in the song (the sun that “doesn’t rise”, or the “stars in our eyes”…) In looking to the narrator, we wondered about who we could picture behind these lyrics, and what specific elements of our text shaped our perspectives: was it the age of the singer? The depth of their message? The self-awareness of their point of view? In looking to the audience, we wondered about the role of the listener as a witness: do we need an audience to confirm that the “sound” really happened? (“When you’re falling in a forest and there’s nobody around / Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?”)

After our discussion, we wrote to the prompt: Write about stepping into the sun.

It’s always so interesting to see the many journeys a prompt can bring us on. In this case, the sun was present throughout our writing, yet in so many different ways. Our suns were bright, blinding, smile-inducing, and even next to the moon. One of the texts we read out loud left us with a profound question: “When is the right moment to step out?” 

Thank you all for another night of engaging conversation. We love seeing how our comments in the conversation build upon each previous one, and how our collective discussion helps us gain a deeper insight into our text.

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (“Leave a Reply”), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Please join us for our next session: Wednesday, May 6th at 12pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions page.

We look forward to seeing you again soon!

"Waving Through A Window" – From Dear Evan Hansen

I've learned to slam on the brake
Before I even turn the key
Before I make the mistake
Before I lead with the worst of me

Give them no reason to stare
No slipping up if you slip away
So I got nothing to share
No, I got nothing to say

Step out, step out of the sun
If you keep getting burned
Step out, step out of the sun
Because you've learned, because you've learned

On the outside, always looking in
Will I ever be more than I've always been?
'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass
I'm waving through a window
I try to speak, but nobody can hear
So I wait around for an answer to appear
While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass
I'm waving through a window, oh
Can anybody see, is anybody waving back at me?

We start with stars in our eyes
We start believing that we belong
But every sun doesn't rise
And no one tells you where you went wrong

Step out, step out of the sun
If you keep getting burned
Step out, step out of the sun
Because you've learned, because you've learned

On the outside, always looking in
Will I ever be more than I've always been?
'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass
Waving through a window
I try to speak, but nobody can hear
So I wait around for an answer to appear
While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass
Waving through a window, oh
Can anybody see, is anybody waving?

When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?
When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?
When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?
When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?
Did I even make a sound?
Did I even make a sound?
It's like I never made a sound
Will I ever make a sound?

On the outside, always looking in
Will I ever be more than I've always been?
'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass
Waving through a window
I try to speak, but nobody can hear
So I wait around for an answer to appear
While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass
Waving through a window, oh
Can anybody see, is anybody waving back at me? (oh)
Is anybody waving?
Waving, waving, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

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6 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6pm EDT May 4th 2020

  1. Allison Zuckerberg

    Response to “What is stepping out into the sun”

    It feels freeing
    But now it’s more than that to me
    I do it most days
    So I can breathe, be happy
    I let myself be held in something
    Like arms, tanning my body
    But not darkening me mentally
    I feel lightened and more of me
    To feel something superimposed above me
    Exciting as ecstasy
    And feeling, again
    Free.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Tammy Smith

    Response to “write about stepping into the sun”

    Windows are dirty
    smudges of
    all that went wrong.

    Soiled shirts
    ripped and stained with blemishes
    rubbing up against the pain of
    skinned knees – bruised lips
    smacking the air
    kisses leave me smoldering
    like a half-smoked cigarette
    burning in a broken ashtray.

    Butt Butt Butt flicking
    strike a match.
    I’m on fire
    burning hotter than the sun
    irritating my oily, messy skin
    until I turn red. Shame
    on me for thinking orange can’t possibly be the new black
    What do I know, anyway?

    Those behind bars and locked doors
    imprisoned behind shadows,
    unable to step out into the sun,
    have questions like secrets
    no one wants to share.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Stepping into the sun~~

    The sun has risen, a new day has dawned.
    The world has been set into motion, the energy flows.
    A voice was found quite by chance or was it?

    When young the voice was hushed, lowered in tone, almost silent.
    Obeying all the rules, listening to the voices of others.
    Then the mind expanded, the world grew exponentially.
    A voice discovered, a flood of thoughts and ideas rushed to greet it.

    A voice speaking gently and softly to comfort the imprisoned,
    to those who have no voice.
    A voice speaking loudly and boldly to fight the injustice and darkness of the world,
    drowning out the hatred of the world.

    A voice lending voice to others,
    together building to a crescendo.
    Rejoice! Voices proclaiming the truth in a symphony of emotion and truth!
    We are here! Hear us!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Dr Yewande Okuleye

    Stepping into the sun – I touch the sky.
    Sanguine, I glisten from within.

    Enthralled to miss a beat or two.
    Three, five, seven, nine – samba, is alive.

    Stepping into the sun – I smile.

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  5. al3793

    PROMPT: Write about stepping into the sun…

    Stepping out into the sun feels nice
    and warm right now
    coming off a cold April –
    cruel wasn’t it?

    There’s also such bright light
    Almost blinding.

    Like that large, bright
    celestial body in the night’s
    northwest sky
    about 30 degrees above the horizon
    but below and to the right
    of the moon.
    I still don’t know what it is.

    I stepped out into he sun
    on a late winter morning –
    late morning comes about one pm in the winter –
    the sun has already passed its
    zenith for the day and is
    heading for its setting.

    Stepping into this May sun –
    feels nice and warm
    coming off a cold April –
    cruel wasn’t it?

    But there is such bright light
    almost blinding.

    Andre Lijoi, MD

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Stepping into the Sun

    It blinds you.
    Pupils constrict, overwhelmed.
    Retinas short-circuit into blackness.

    Warmth on your skin tingles the tiny hairs
    guiding you until the dark turns red
    then pink then clears.

    Your eyelids fluttering, opening
    wide, wider eating up
    the entire world. Tasting
    everything.

    Liked by 1 person

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