Live Virtual Group Session: 12pm EST November 18th 2020

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

Our text for this session was an excerpt from the graphic novel “The Arrival” by Shaun Tan, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write or draw an encounter when it was difficult to ask for what you needed.”

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2 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12pm EST November 18th 2020

  1. Patricia D.

    Difficult to ask for what you need:

    Istanbul, late 1970s, a hippy with a backpack and not much else
    Alas! a female need arose.
    I entered what appeared to be a type of pharmacy
    crammed with colourful boxes and jars.
    Hmmm – a man at the counter.
    We clearly did not share a language.
    How to ask?
    Embarrassed, but stuck.
    I searched for a woman to explain, ask for me
    They were veiled and hidden in the back room.
    What to do?

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  2. An encounter when it was difficult to ask for what I needed~~~

    I sat in the exam room waiting for the results. What direction would my life be heading? It was going to be dependent upon those words to be uttered by the physician entering the room.

    He came in with his face looking somewhat sullen. Can’t be good news, I say to myself. As the physician uttered his set of words, my fears were justified. He asked me if I understood what he had said and if I had any questions. How can one have questions when it seems you have been frozen in time, when the mind is in lockdown?

    No words were spoken by me, just a simple negatory response of my head. To be continued at a later time, I say to myself. Sometimes words can not express the feeling deep within; the heart feels but the lips can not utter. What I needed at that moment in time was left unexpressed, waiting in limbo.

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