11 September 2012
Phillipa had requested someone take some notes for the Dying
Matters Coalition in her absence.
I am not sure it will be that sort of a meeting. I asked
people to send me comments afterwards if they wished. I am starting a web log
for the group members to share thoughts, feelings, poetry and pictures, if they
wish to do so.
Christine has kindly sent some “well pictures” we might use.
Four of us gathered at seven o’clock in the crypt room at
The Albion Beatnik bookstore. Three others sent apologies and will be there for
future meetings. Brightly coloured poetry and poets’ names spiralled or striped
the walls. The place had a kind of cosiness to it. Several people ordered tea
and coffee from our ever helpful hosts, Lucie and Dennis.
I allowed the meeting to evolve organically rather than
follow an agenda.
We shared something of who we are and why we were there.
Poems and pictures were shared.
Personal histories emerged. All of us have been through
major bereavements in the not too distant past. We have all tapped into the
well of creativity to help us reach different points on the journey through
grief.
We started to explore the ways we had used our creative
energies to help us through the grieving process and will be continuing to do
so.
There was joy in this encounter at a raw and real level. I
came away feeling high.
“Fallen among angels,” was one person’s description of her
experience.
After about ninety minutes I started to suggest structural
elements. We discussed confidentiality without a clear conclusion.
I would prefer it if things that are shared are only
confidential if the sharer asks that they be so.
Anything personal will be checked with the author before it
is shared or published on line.
We decided to give ourselves until the 30th of
October before meeting again.
We may meet informally between sessions. I showed one member
how to use the internet for the very first time this week.
The theme for our next meeting will be the “Kicking the
Bucket” festival.
We will attend one or more event and report back.
Anticipating the kicking the bucket expression I share here
a poem I read at the meeting.
Big Black Brick
At the end you did your cooking
In a big black brick
The base was very heavy
And the sides were awfully thick
The sauce would burn
While you relaxed
The washing up
It had me taxed
Impacted
Congealed
Contracted
Although it was a part of you
From which we fondly fed
I’ll never use the thing again
Now you are dead
Next meeting: 30th October 6.30 p.m. at the
Albion Beatnik Bookstore, Walton
St Oxford .
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