Sitting at a table with 8 other women writing our hearts out
Writing about what comes to us through the poem, through the sights, sounds, smells around us
All day
Lunch catered and so yummy
Talking around a fire pit under the canopy of trees
Speaking our truths
No judgements
Safe
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Naps in a sun filled room with tiny fingers curled around mine
Walks in the cool afternoon
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Listening to old New York stories around a campfire
Seeing old friends
Seeing new friends
Realizing I am right where I need to be ....
Posted by stef at August 14, 2005 09:46 PMyes, stef. that's exactly it. and isn't that a wonderful arrival, to be at the place you need to be?
here's to more moments of recognition and being conscious and exactitude and rightness.
Posted by: Maya Stein at August 15, 2005 03:51 PM