Live Virtual Group Session: 12pm EDT October 14th 2020

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Together we looked at the visual art “Television Snow” by R. Michael Wommack, posted below.

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Television Snow by R. Michael Wommack

9 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12pm EDT October 14th 2020

  1. antoinette56

    After hours come days, weeks, months, years, lives, generations, centuries, eons…Grief and living concentrate in the first, deepen through all the lengthening of time. It’s a stretch that escapes our bodies, where we are trapped, in our desperate desire to matter. But time escapes us. We are like single diamond-thin shavings of being with one chance to make noise, one breath to make count. And the miracle is that we find ways to love.

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    • Antoinette, this is just lovely, just a few lines. Despite the challenge you pose I find this piece so comforting. I love the line, “Its a stretch that escapes our bodies, where we are trapped, in our desperate desire to matter.” There is something universal in that and what’s interesting is that the image we examined reminded me of something from another universe. None the less, we are still able to “find ways to love!”

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  2. Patricia D.

    After hours on the ICU
    My eyes glued to monitors
    My ears filled with beeps
    My hands hiding in gloves
    My thirst and hunger supressed
    My heart broken by death
    I step out into the night
    Breathe in the crisp fall air
    And feel alive once again.

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    • Patricia, I just can’t get away from how the metaphor of breath and air is so relevant in the face of the shroud of COVID that hangs over us. And the metaphor applies to so much more going on in our society and world. You close with the hope to be able to feel and stay alive. Andre

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  3. The crowds were gone, along with their energy, both positive and negative. She was left with their detritus — the sticky floors and counters, the bits of trash strewn everywhere. The silence after hours was the time when her mind could awaken, after all those hours as a robot with feelings turned off. In the semi-dark, her imagination had room to soar. In that glorious space, she could sing a few notes, play with them, examine how to make them speak her pain.

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    • Carole, I hear how the time after hours creates a space for us to get away from the detritus of the day and let our imagination soar and tell a story with song and notes made for the task. Your words take me back to the pastel we examined where so much imagination was revealed today. I like the concept of the semi-dark – I like it better than the idea of the twilight that occurred to me. Andre

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  4. Nine PM, Nine Thirty
    Time for my walk through the neighborhood
    I didn’t notice this at first
    but so many houses are already shut down for the night
    a remote, though not unfamiliar, thought for me
    as sleep remains hours away.

    The night is about to settle.

    I tried walking earlier but was disturbed by the noises –
    cars rattling by, lawnmowers and leaf blowers…

    Nine PM, Nine Thirty seemed right
    The stars would gradually emerge and
    accompany me with their stories as
    I arrived home.

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  5. An experience after hours~~~

    Taking a breather, I stand here among the beauty of Nature.
    The day is vivid and alive, bursting with colors and sounds of autumn all around me.
    Butterflies flittering about visiting their favorite flora before the last petals fall to earth.
    Songbirds perched high in the treetops chatting with each other, pre-planning their voyages to warmer climes.
    I look skyward to see a flock of geese that are creating such as ruckus of honks and squeaks as they fly in formation.

    I wonder why they seem to work in an air of cooperation and unison while mankind is so lacking in these traits.
    Climbing over the backs of others to reach a sense of superiority, to establish a sense of control over others.
    Critical issues, critical problems: the hungry to be fed, pandemics to be endured, wars to be fought, disputes to be mediated, relationships to be mended, lives to be saved …
    Pick a side, take a side, and hold on for dear life, for your very life may depend on it.

    As day becomes night, all of creation settles in and quiet envelopes all.
    I crawl into bed, pull a warm blanket over my head.
    I tell myself that the problems of the world can wait until tomorrow to be solved.
    Sleep weighs heavy upon me and pulls me into that safe and comforting space.
    Realities of the day are muted and softened as the dream world overtakes me.
    In this fantasy world, life is uncluttered and I enter into the realm where the impossible becomes possible. I am the victor in all battles, I am the solver of all life’s ills.
    Utopia.
    My sleep is deep and I am floating unburdened.

    The alarm goes off and makes that horrible ear-deafening noise that would wake the dead.
    New day, new beginnings I tell myself.
    And so it continues.
    I am here to somehow make a difference.
    Now if only I knew how.

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