Writing and reading in community: I share my observations and experiences on writing, reading and listening. Venues include: open mics, Zoom readings, workshops, publications, book clubs and beyond... because everything has a story, it is open for interpretation.
When you open your door There is the brilliance of a sun room The softness of quilts and old photos A tea time journey into memories Of the neighborhood house Where all the kids run to play With plastic cups and saucers, we Sit ladylike around a table Pretend to pour – sit and drink. We were beautiful in our innocence, As secure as sunflowers In an open field Colored and free.
The young girls I played with then I do not know now And the ladies I know now I did not know then, But there is a mingling of memories, Aroma of friendship, Potent and timeless. One by one we come together Sepia leaves. Hand-in-hand We steep in the warmth of prayer, Sweet soothe of healing We simmer in the joy of sisterhood As memories bubble up laughter.
This tea time journey from Past-to-present-to-future The taste of love and friendship In our cup, And you the perfect hostess Always ready to pour more... Full and overflowing we sit As secure as sunflowers In an open field We are at home.
Sojourners is a group of ladies who gather to enjoy each other's company and study the word in a dynamic in depth - I mean deep steeped like tea deep - never think or see the same way again, deep Word of God deep way.
It has been a delight. Each gathering is a unique memory unto itself. Sometimes it's at a member's home, other times, the Maloof House and this particular day we were pleasantly surprised by Sheila Marchbank's new found gem of a location, The Farm Cottage Tea House in Alta Loma for tea and cakes, the beginning of Sydney Aden's birthday celebration, and...
In 1998 I wrote a poem, A Tea Time Journey, to celebrate the hospitality of a lady by the name of Lorna (last name escapes me) who lived in Georgia. I was a part of a bible study group of ladies and we called ourselves The Sistah's Hour. There have been very few times in my life where I have had that visual, spiritual, emotional connected experience. This Saturday was one of those days and so, here is the poem and some photos from this beautiful day.