Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT March 17th 2023

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For this session we read a poem “Lost” by David Wagoner, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about being found.”

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"Lost" by David Wagoner

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

Credit: poetryfoundation.org. David Wagoner.

17 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT March 17th 2023”

    • michele348

      Truly wise words, Elizabeth… if only we allow ourselves the option of being found instead of wandering in the chaos and throwing our hands up into the air.

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    • Andre F. Lijoi, Laurie M. Lijoi

      Patients say this in so many ways:
      “If only you could see”
      “If only you could hear”
      “If only you would listen”

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      • rehavia6

        We all have to learn things our own way. So much I wish I knew and advice I wish I had listened to, but had to realize on my own,
        Lisa

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  2. michele348

    About being found~~~

    I was lost but now am found.
    The world pokes and prods… it yells in my ears.
    It tries to fill my heart and mind with chaos and distrust

    To silence the upheaval, I stand here in the forest and look about me… at the beauty and grandeur that lie before me.
    My mind slows down, my heart beats strongly.
    I am not lost but I am found,
    here in the loving arms which surround me.

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    • Andre F. Lijoi, Laurie M. Lijoi

      Michele,
      Your narrative like the poem reminded me of Abraham’s “ready” and Samuel’s “Here I am” . Your speaker’s inclination to “stand here” and the resultant embrace of beauty and grandeur and the slowing of the mind, the strong heart beat and the discovery, tell the reader of the benefit of the spiritual embrace of stillness. Nice!
      Andre

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  3. rehavia6

    Write About Being Found

    Knowing who I am and accepting myself as is..
    Not wondering if what others are doing and where they are going is better.
    Ending the search for greener grass.
    I am HERE and HERE is where I am meant to be.

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  4. Andre Lijoi

    Being Found

    “Are you at it again?”
    “I was counting on them Here for cover.”

    They stand Here, at the eastern edge of the property
    a barrier to the wind
    They permit the first light to welcome the new day
    They provide a respite at midday from the day’s labor
    and at evening a place to stroll quietly to the comfort
    of sleep that will restore to the body and mind
    the life needed for tomorrow.

    But today Here, my eyes were sore at what we had done at that border and
    They reached their branches out calling for order
    and a clear path for those who might enter to be present Here.

    afl

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    • michele348

      this sounds like what I might hear from my pals..the rabbits, squirrels, and deer… after I did what I thought was a positive action of pruning my gangly shrubs and bushes on the property… apparently I can satisfy some of the “people” some of the time but not all the “people” all the time

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      • Andre F. Lijoi, Laurie M. Lijoi

        I was picking up the trash that accumulated along the edge of the woods in our apartment complex. It is truly an eyesore. I even pulled out a flat screen TV. I have a few more passes to make. It is a steep climb but I will get it done.

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  5. Trisha Lawson

    This morning I found the robin at my window singing it’s song if Spring.
    I found peace in the centre of the storm.
    Grace in the broken moments.
    Love in the midst of doubt.
    Strength in pain
    Hope in loss
    A new beginning from an old ending
    The little girl at the bottom of the well in need of comfort and the capacity to comfort her myself
    Fortitude in silence and forgiveness in distance
    I found myself here, in this moment, like an oak, like an iris shooting tall spires above, reaching out for a hope for life
    I didn’t even know I had
    To trust oneself is more than a gift, a need or a given – you earn it by showing up consistently for oneself the way you show up for others so easily
    Find each day as it is; not how you expected it to be or wish it to be, but simply
    As it is
    And you shall find yourself the same

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