Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT March 11th 2026

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For this session we took a close look at a video titled “Lamentation Project” by Martha Graham, posted below.

Our prompt was: “the unseen.”

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Lamentation Project by Martha Graham

Credit: Martha Graham

7 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT March 11th 2026”

  1. Trevor Hebert's avatar Trevor Hebert

    Everyday things, everyday scenes… the observer, outside looking in

    Relating, and relations… with emotions, the devotions

    From my journey, from starting to now

    In my present being, a grown tree with a new leaf

    The tears well up from a once empty shell, melting snow from my face as I’m trapped in a cage

    Of mine own making? Or something else? Perhaps a purgatory of self?

    Feelings of unworthy, of hate, of lust

    Seven deadly sins come get your fill for the mind repeats what it sees from before memory begins

    The time it took to heal…

    To finally be seen. To be real…

    To FEEL REAL. How many years were lost from being unseen?

    And how many do I have left to enjoy the present tense.

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    • al3793's avatar al3793

      Trevor there is so much to think about in your poem. I like teh enjambment from cage to of my own making. Lots of pondering until the poem turns on To finally be seen, To be real…

      Nice. Thank you

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  2. michele348's avatar michele348

    The unseen~~~

    You see only the smile that is visible on my exterior,

    but you cannot see the me within…

    the fear, the stress, the anxiety created by a world that looks the other way.

    These emotions surround me, poking and prodding… they hang like a weighted chain about my heart.

    I guess one could say I am an imposter…a person in disguise.

    My voice, the silent voice within, wants to scream out in defiance. But will anyone hear me? Would anyone truly care?

    Has the world gone deaf and dumb, impervious to the turmoil the person next to them is facing? It seems hearts have been frozen solid… is it a means to prevent one’s own heart from being shredded?

    When will we, as a society, ever learn to have compassion toward another?

    Will it require humanity to be on the verge of destruction for this to happen?

    I pray not… for your sake and mine.

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    • al3793's avatar al3793

      Michele, your narrative makes me think about our facades and what good do they do? But we must do something to protect ourselves as the world is out of control. But we must be hopeful that people, ordinary people, will stand up to the task. Andre

      PS: You didn’t take us out into the woods for respite this time.

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  3. al3793's avatar al3793

    The Unseen

    Your performance was amazing

    Couldn’t be missed

    I am so glad I saw it

    But I have so many questions about

    What was going through your mind.

    “I felt like I was trapped in an elevator,

    Something I always dreaded.

    I couldn’t get out

    Full blown panic

    It was like my labor

    Epidural worn off

    The baby wouldn’t come out

    Unimaginable pain

    I was outside my body

    I didn’t recognize anyone

    Who was there to help me.

    I tried to rip the doctor’s hand off

    He said something about breathing.”

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    • michele348's avatar michele348

      Oh, yes, I remember going into labor for my first child and no matter how I pushed, it wasn’t happening. I remember saying, “do what you have to do, but my baby has to come out.” Long story short, I ended up having an unplanned Cesarean delivery.

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