We covered our faces in fear,
And, our hearts opened,
We kept ourselves a grave apart,
Six feet to remind us of what we fear,
Connected now by virtual intimacy
We brave the isolation,
Our hands hidden from touch
Reach out to a host of solitary souls,
Ritually washing, cleansing the flesh,
All of us grieving the loss of fellowship,
As we wait for the day till we have faces.
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In this immersion, we will reflect and expand on our personal experiences of identity, using writing exercises and in-depth discussions to think about, challenge, discover, explore, and experiment with different ways to identify ourselves, to consider how those ways connect us to and separate us from others, and how they represent and misrepresent aspects of who we are.
Four sessions, starting June 15th
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