"Seeing the obvious is often harder
than seeing the hidden!"
Mehmet Murat ildan
The women joined in a circle. Each had a blank piece of paper in front of them and were asked to place their own name at the top of the page and then pass it to the right. Each person was to write a sentence of observation about the woman whose name was on the top of the page. When complete, pass it to the next person. Stop when the paper returns to the original space.
And so the papers made a circular journey around the room until they landed in the hands of the woman whose name was on the top. I asked them to take a few minutes and read what had been written about them. Tears, sobs, and laughter followed. A candle was lit in honor of those who no longer attended.
The women had stopped seeing each other as an individual human being and skills were being taken for granted while communication at a heart felt level ceased. Faces were now filled with passion, hugs were being passed around, and tears ran rampant. A warm hearted discussion was initiated and I knew these kind hearts would continue to meet for more years to come.
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