Dearest Rhoda

[Guest guest]

Oh my, again I am in tears. We just need to be together hugging and

crying. lol

 

Thank you for sharing your day with us. How very awesome. And yes,

you will bring learning, " soul, " and " depth " to that group. You are

meant to be there. There are no accidents. It is so hard for many to

get in touch with their real feelings. Hence, the writings about

" what's for dinner. " But I believe you are there to point the way to

truly touching one's feelings and removing that familiar wall that we

so conveniently place so that we don't have to face what is really

" going on. "

 

I so look forward to reading your poem once it is finished. Have a

wonderful time these few days Rhoda. Relax, have fun. I will look

forward to when you are back online.

 

Love and Hugs,

 

 

 

oleander soup , " Rhoda Mead " <hummingbird541

wrote:

>

> Wiping gentle tears as I write.Your caring soul glows in my

heart. I'm so

> grateful to know and learn from and with you, . You give this

group a

> heart, like no other I'm been in or known of. I love you.

>

> I seldom gt feedback about who I am in others' eyes, but I did very

> clearly yesterday. I went to the ongoing creative writing group for

women

> with cancer yesterday, and found the writing banal and boring at

first. They

> were writing about what they were thinking of cooking for dinner. I

wrote

> about how I felt about long years of having cancer. Then the leader

read a

> poem aloud as inspiration, and I felt like looking at a poem I;d written

> just after Harry died, and added a few lines at the end. Another

poem, and I

> wrote about wanting to live all my days fully alive to the total

range of

> feelings from great joy to sorrow, and that I seem to have allowed

myself to

> grey my days to avoid pain and sorrow.

> The leader handed me the book of wonderful poems by Mary Oliver

and said

> she wanted to give it to me as a gift. I was astounded, but even more so

> when three of the four others in the group hugged me at the end, and

asked

> me to come back!

> I'm an interruption in any group because I'm nearly deaf and hand

around

> an FM transmitter, which interferes with everyone's spontaneity. I

feel now

> that I have a commitment to that group, to bring passion and

openness, and

> not leave to find one that already has it.

>

> I'm still working on those last lines of my poem about grief, but I'm

> packing to head off again for a few days. Bringing my laptop, so

when I get

> back online, I'll post my revised poem.

> Rhoda

>