WORKSHOP DIARY – DAY 1

(Excerpts)

IN THE CORRIDOR smiling faces, some well-known, some of strangers, quiet concentration.

Faces line up. Hands handling phones. Anticipation rising.

Stomach churning, but eye contact, yes, eye contact, easily found. Lean on it. Lean on what is light. Right: warm hand on veiled shoulder, sweaty shoulder, frail or strong shoulder.

(…)

What consideration!
What support – for all doubt,
For meager voices,
For me
For life in this
Cube of exploration

White space – green song
Warm voices – blue song


What gifts from
All
When you ask them to
Take my hand

What surprising generosity
We make life
More than words

Of echoes

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