Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT August 22nd 2022

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read a poem SOMETIMES by David Whyte, posted below. 

Our prompt was: Write about a question that is waiting for you.

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SOMETIMES by David Whyte

Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,
you come to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,
questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,
questions
that have patiently
waited for you,
questions
that have no right
to go away.

Credit: themarginalian.org

3 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT August 22nd 2022

  1. Elizabeth

    What is my next step?
    Where do I go from here?
    How do I get there?
    How will I figure it out?
    As you can see,
    There is never just one question,
    As there is never just one answer.
    There is just this one person,
    Trying to give it a try.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. About a question that is waiting for me~~~

    On this crisp late summer morning, I walk along a dusty dirt path that follows beside a lonely creek.
    I hear the sounds of the Canada geese honking and splashing in the muddy waters.
    Above, perched in the treetops, is a Carolina wren belting out his enthusiastic melody.
    There is the soothing sound of the lapping of the waves as they reach the creek bank.

    I pause here as the early morning rays of sunlight reflect off the surface of the water…bouncing, dancing jewel-like bursts of light exploding off the surface.
    I am alone, yet I am surrounded by the love and warmth given to me by Mother Nature.

    As I stand here, wrapped in the gentle arms of nature, there is much to ponder.
    Have I used my life wisely? Do I have gratitude for the gifts given to me by my Creator? Have I extended my hand to one in need of my grasp?

    So much to think about… much to listen to as my heart responds.
    And I move on, as the sunlight warms my face.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Scarlet Kinney

    The Zen Master

    His question, a koan, spoken once,
    Almost quietly,
    During a dinner party,
    Waited for my answer.
    But my answer slept
    Until one day
    At his farm,
    He leapt suddenly
    From behind the calf barn,
    Shouting the question, and it
    Shattered the air,
    And shattered my silence,
    In which I heard myself
    Shouting the answer,
    Sealing the silence.
    He bowed to me,
    And disappeared
    Into the forest behind the barn,
    While I stood dumbfounded
    In the deepening twilight.

    Liked by 1 person

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