Live Virtual Group Session: 12pm EST December 16th 2020

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session, we returned to another excerpt from the graphic novel “The Arrival” by Shaun Tan.

Our prompt was: Write about a place you’ve left behind.

More details about this session will be posted soon, so check back!

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.

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Please join us for our next session Monday, December 21st at 6pm EST, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions page.

3 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12pm EST December 16th 2020

  1. Janine M Mariscotti

    You opened your hands to me that Sunday morning in the church with scaffolding from floor to ceiling and said, “Take my hands; I’ll take you up there.” You were the embodiment of what I yearned for – communion with the Beloved.

    But I got sidetracked walking among the tenuous planks, mistaking you for the Beloved. It took years and shedding of old beliefs and relationships and the place I called home to rediscover the Beloved within me.


  2. Patricia D.

    a country,
    a culture,
    a family,
    a youth
    all were left behind after I read, Be Here Now, by Ram Dass.
    Here was elsewhere – or so I thought.
    Over the years I discovered that there is no elsewhere and what I left behind was nestled within me.
    Now, I am here and rest within that space with no call to leave.


  3. A place I left behind~~~

    It was beautiful,
    rolling farmland,
    so green.
    Berries and vegetables arranged in neat rows,
    tended to with love as the summer sun warmed all in its path.

    I could run and run and never run out of space or things to explore.
    Old farm wagons left in the field for a little girl to explore,
    to make up stories about.
    Grapevines, planted by my grandfather, growing on an arbor supplying us with sweet treats.
    Feeling secure and loved in this old wood-sided home surrounded by nature.

    The day came when I left,
    leaving behind part of me in this special place.
    My heart still aches as my mind goes back in time.
    Oh, to see that place one more time,
    to feel safe again in this world which is so filled with questions and uncertainty.


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