Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT April 22nd 2022

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read a novel excerpt from  The Buddha in the Attic by Julie Otsuka, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write about the rhythm of home.”

More details will be posted on this session, so check back again!

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 April 25th at 6pm EDT,  with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions page.


The Buddha in the Attic by Julie Otsuka

Home was a cot in one of their bunkhouses at the Fair Ranch in Yolo. Home was a long tent beneath a leafy plum tree at Kettleman’s. Home was a wooden shanty in Camp No. 7 on the Barnhart Tract out in Lodi. Nothing but onions as far as the eye can see. Home was a bed of straw in John Lyman’s barn alongside his prize horses and cows. Home was a corner of the washhouse at Stockton’s Cannery Ranch. Home was a bunk in a rusty boxcar in Lompoc. Home was an old chicken coop in Willows that the Chinese had lived in before us. Home was a flea-ridden mattress in a corner of a packing shed in Dixon. Home was a bed of hay atop three apple crates beneath an apple tree in Fred Stadelman’s apple orchard. Home was a spot on a floor of an abandoned schoolhouse in Marysville. Home was a patch of earth in a pear orchard in Auburn not far from the banks of the American River, where we lay awake every evening staring up at the American stars, which looked no different from ours: there, up above us, was the Cowherd Start, the Water Star. “Same latitude,” our husbands explained. Home was wherever the crops were ripe and ready for picking. Home was wherever our husbands were. Home was by the side of a man who had been shoveling up weeds for the boss for years.

5 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT April 22nd 2022

  1. About the rhythm of home~~~

    It’s warm in color and feeling.
    It’s security in the arms of loved ones.
    It’s confidence in forging new pathways.
    It’s a feeling of belonging.

    No matter what distance separates me physically from home,
    I can sense its heartbeat beating strongly within my heart.
    I see it in my mind’s eye… the familiar spaces of my youth.
    They comfort me when the day frustrates me.

    The rhythm of home is strong and everlasting.
    It can not be shaken from my memory and my spirit.
    It directs me on this journey of life.

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  2. I am so thankful to have stumbled upon this virtual event.
    I had no clue what to expect.
    The experience provided much desired nourishment.
    The excerpt from “The Buddha in the Attic” was so moving! I’ve already hunted it down at my library and placed it on hold.
    The writing prompt granted the permission I needed to place my feelings into words to organize what has been tugging at my spirit to hear my breath dance the words of transition from tragedy and terror to the reality of now and what is to come as I work to find comfort in the spaces between our two homes that are so quiet now…
    It was lovely to hear everyone’s shares

    PROMPT: about the rhythm of home

    the first beat
    before sunrise
    my breath

    the movement
    of cats stirring
    one remains purring
    the soundtrack of days
    coming closer to the crush the blows the brutality

    breathe
    it’s a new day
    wait for the birds
    staccato
    and waltzes
    pas de bourre

    I miss you
    my neighbor
    your rhythm
    your existence
    the movement of doors
    calls for your cats
    who are now our conductors

    I fear for the day
    yet comforted
    with the cadence of spring

    the music of each morning
    has never been the same

    with love,
    melissa adylia calasanz

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    • michele348

      Such a moving piece,Melissa! The term “home” can stir up so many different memories and emotions. I am glad you are beginning to see the sunshine in each new Spring day.

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  3. Elizabeth

    I could feel at home anywhere in the world,
    When I feel like the the world is my home.

    I used to have this feeling,
    And now…

    The feeling is in a dance,
    Constantly evolving.

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