Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT October 25th 2024

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read an excerpt from the novel Exit West by Mohsin Hamid (pg. 139), posted below.

Our prompt was: Write about what we are born of.

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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Excerpt (p 139) from Exit West by Mohsin Hamid (2017)

“The cherry trees exploded on Palace Gardens Terrace  at that time, bursting into white blossoms, the closest thing many of the street’s residents had ever seen to snow, and reminding others of ripe cotton in the fields, waiting to be picked, waiting for labor, for the efforts of dark bodies from the villages, and in these trees there were now dark bodies too, children who climbed and played among the boughs, like little monkeys, not because to be dark is to be monkey-like, though that has been and was being and will long be slurred, but because people are monkeys who have forgotten that they are monkeys, and so have lost respect for what they are born of, for the natural world around them, but not, just then, these children, who were thrilled in nature, playing imaginary games, lost in the clouds of white like balloonists or pilots or phoenixes or dragons, and as bloodshed loomed they made of these trees that were perhaps not intended to be climbed the stuff of a thousand fantasies.”

9 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT October 25th 2024

  1. Rita B's avatar Rita B

    What we are born of – Rita Basuray

    We are born of roses and cherries and all things good that our parents dreamt of – bursting out into the world, full of hope and opportunities.  Then, reality sets in, way too many rules to follow and parables to memorize.  Until we realize, that not all of us can reach our potential, not all of us are gifted with beauty or wisdom or even opportunity. Some still burst out again, with sweat and tears, strive, learn and achieve. Others … well!

    So what we are born of, may help, hinder, egg on or resist ultimately what we achieve.

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  2. rehavia6's avatar rehavia6

    I Was Born Of

    I was born of multi-generational

    Anxiety.

    Of curiosity and the need to 

    Know.

    A sense of humor and a love

    Of laughter

    With a call to

    Service and

    A generosity of spirit

    I was born of big feelings

    That I claim as my own

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  3. michele348's avatar michele348

    About what we are born of~~~

    Entering this world, we are born with innocence, kindness, and love within our hearts.

    For many of us, these endearing emotions continue throughout our lives.

    For others, the harsh realities of life arrive early and often linger, if they ever truly leave…starvation, homelessness, death, persecution, racial discrimination, and condemnation, are just a few.

    How does one survive this onslaught while still searching for the light of day? How can we maintain a sense of self-worth and recognize glimmers of opportunity in a world that often tends to bring us down?

    I try to find sustenance in the small things, those moments that might easily go unnoticed but inevitably, slip into the cracks of my heart…the brilliant sunrises of crisp fall days, the song of the bluebird as it flies overhead, and the smile of a young child discovering a lonely flower at the park.

    We must seek joy whenever and wherever it appears.

    Our survival…yours, mine, and that of the world depends on it.

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