Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST December 5th 2025

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For this session we took a close look at the painting“High Noon” by Daniela García Hamilton, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about a table in the wilderness.”

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“High Noon” by Daniela García Hamilton

Credit: Daniela García Hamilton

8 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST December 5th 2025”

  1. Stef's avatar Stef

    Suppertime

    It’s ready: come and dine

    The tree bowed down

    The wildflowers waved

    The wind whispered

    And the river merrily tinkled

    It’s ready: come and dine

    The squirrels looked curiously on

    The birds fluttered about

    The deer panted

    And the rocks began to tumble

    It’s ready: come and dine

    The feast is laid out

    The table is spread

    The candles are lit

    The chairs are waiting

    But no one was to be found

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  2. michele348's avatar michele348

    About a table in the wilderness~~~

    Where is my place
    at this table in the wilderness?

    About me, the world cries out
    and asks why we are
    so hell-bent on destruction.

    At this table, there are those I recognize…
    Mother Nature, Peace, and my Creator.

    Each remains silent
    and merely looks intently at me.

    I think they are expecting me
    to supply them with answers.
    But I confess to them,
    I am as confused as they are.

    We sit in silence, each pondering
    the state of the world,
    each hoping one day soon,
    clarity will flow into the world…
    when Sanity will finally take its place
    at the table of life.

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  3. antoinette56's avatar antoinette56

    The food is foraged, like prizes brought to me in my children’s chubby fists, relinquished reluctantly: tiny cones, bits of bird dropping, pine needles gummed together with sap, a chewing gum wrapper, bright blue. I learned as a child the false fact, that there is nothing blue in Nature. How did I believe there was no indigo, no blueberries, no bluebirds, or iridescent peacocks, or water of any sort. Not water in a glass, but water in a great mass, chewing at cliffs and saving the world’s salt, drying the air and soil for us, and offering food – seaweed on tables of coral, white and pink and – yes – blue. A table that drops away from our feet and leaves us at the mercy of tides. I once swam where the sand dropped away and saw dark shapes under me. The moments in which I did not know if they were sharks or dolphins were moments in which I was completely alive.

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