Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read a poem “Love After Love ” by Derek Walcott, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about finding yourself (again).”

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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.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if you’re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next session Friday October 6th at 12pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

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“Love After Love ” by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

credit: all poetry.com

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we took a close look at the painting “Self-portrait on the Border Line Between Mexico and the United States, 1932” by Frida Kahlo, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about inhabiting two worlds.”

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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.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if you’re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next session Monday September 18th at 6pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

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“Self-portrait on the Border Line Between Mexico and the United States, 1932” by Frida Kahlo

© Banco de México Diego Rivera Frida Kahlo Museums Trust, Mexico, D.F./Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read an excerpt “Knoxville: Summer 1915 ” from A Death in the Family by James Agee, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about what enchants your ears.”

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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.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if you’re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next session Friday September 15th at 12pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions.

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“Knoxville: Summer 1915 ” from A Death in the Family by James Agee

Now is the night one blue dew, my father has drained, he has coiled the hose. 

Low on the length of lawns, a frailing of fire who breathes. 

Content, silver, like peeps of light, each cricket makes his comment 

  over and over in the drowned grass. 

A cold toad thumpily flounders. 

Within the edges of damp shadows of side yards are hovering children 

  nearly sick with joy of fear, who watch the unguarding of a telephone pole. 

Around white carbon corner lamps bugs of all sizes are lifted elliptic, 

  solar systems. Big hardshells bruise themselves, assailant: he is fallen on his back, legs squiggling. 

Parents on porches: rock and rock: From damp strings morning glories: 

  hang their ancient faces. 

The dry and exalted noise of the locusts from all the air at once enchants my eardrums.