Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST February 13th 2023

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read a poem What the Heart Cannot Forget” by Joyce Sutphen, posted below. 

Our prompt was: Write about what the heart remembers.

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 "What the Heart Cannot Forget" by Joyce Sutphen

Everything remembers something. The rock, its fiery bed,
cooling and fissuring into cracked pieces, the rub
of watery fingers along its edge.

The cloud remembers being elephant, camel, giraffe,
remembers being a veil over the face of the sun,
gathering itself together for the fall.

The turtle remembers the sea, sliding over and under
its belly, remembers legs like wings, escaping down
the sand under the beaks of savage birds.

The tree remembers the story of each ring, the years
of drought, the floods, the way things came
walking slowly towards it long ago.

And the skin remembers its scars, and the bone aches
where it was broken. The feet remember the dance,
and the arms remember lifting up the child.

The heart remembers everything it loved and gave away,
everything it lost and found again, and everyone
it loved, the heart cannot forget.

What the Heart Cannot Forget" by Joyce Sutphen, from Coming Back to the Body. © Holy Cow! Press, 2000. Reprinted with permission.

11 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST February 13th 2023

  1. About what the heart remembers~~~

    I remember the day my granddaughter was to come into the world.
    Her birth was much anticipated, but at the same time, we knew it might be a bumpy ride.
    You see, she was to be born with some extra chromosomes.

    On the day of her birth, the family was excited and anxious.
    She was beautiful with her golden hair and blue eyes.
    I held her in my arms and I remember the sheer joy and pride I felt.

    She is to be 4 years old next month… a time to celebrate, a time to be so thankful.
    My heart melts each time I am with her.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Elizabeth

    The heart remembers
    What we choose to let in.
    How can it remember
    What we try to keep out?
    Well, it can
    And it does
    Because there are small passages
    That let the memories trickle in
    Like water drops
    From a leaky faucet,
    Seeping into our memories,
    Not letting us forget,
    Even though we may try.
    Sometimes this is a burden;
    Sometimes this is a blessing.
    It is always a part
    Of being human.

    Liked by 1 person

    • michele348

      You are so right, Elizabeth. There are memories that we hope would disappear for the sadness they bring to us and then there are those which we call upon to light up our days. I guess we have to take the good with the bad…that’s the nature of life.


  3. Laureen Lazarovici

    What the heart remembers:

    Does the heart remember being knit together in the womb, even before it becomes “part of” an individual person?
    Does it remember being surrounded by a warm, nurturing bath of a mysterious liquid?
    Does it remember the darkness of the womb?
    At the moment of birth, what did the heart do? Did it help its friend, the lungs, take their first sharp breath?

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Elizabeth

    Laureen, you offer the reader questions to ponder while taking us into the world of “in utero.” What an interesting place to visit in our minds!


  5. al3793

    My heart remembers what it has given away
    like the many times it has desired to
    be with my beloved and
    it was drawn to attend to another’s beloved’s
    marrow deep pain of illness imposed on life.

    Self-donation – giving away the gifts
    rendered by a good Maker
    concerned about creation
    and deputizing that creation
    to love an other.

    Liked by 1 person

    • michele348

      A wise person once told me…those who are drawn closer to the Creator are assigned a greater level of responsibility that He asks of us….apparently the narrator has served the Creator well.


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