December Meeting Photo

The December theme "There but for the grace of God go you or I", produced the usual varied and creative responses. Larissa has the makings of an excellent short story or play demonstrating how the smallest decisions in the past have led to who and where you are today. Pam had a wonderfully entertaining and lighthearted story based around the theme, and Vergil wrote a little poem (already posted here) which tried to illustrate how little control we have over our lives in reality, and how tiny decisions to turn left or right might produce a different life altogether.

We had a little Christmas picnic to celebrate the final meeting for 2006.



Notice that Pam not only had her Christmas Skirt and green top, but had also painted her fingernails and toe nails to match the occasion!



We hope everyone has a great Christmas and New Year. The next get together will be in February 2007 on the 10th. We'll post the details soon. In the meantime, please post more of your writing!

Sometimes

This was inspired by the theme idea "There but for the grace of God go I"

Sometimes
You go shopping
And you sit down to breakfast and coffee
Then an unknown man with a gun
Opens fire and kills seven shoppers
While drinking coffee.

Sometimes
You go to the beach
And you lie down on the lazy warm sand
Then an enormous wave rises from the depths
And drowns everyone in sight
While lazing in the sun.

Sometimes
You go walking
And you look at people in the street
Then you see a young man begging
And you wonder, “why doesn’t he have a job”
While you are walking

Sometimes
You go walking
And you come to an intersection
Then you turn left, and walk down that street,
And then you wonder what would have happened
If you’d walked the other way.

Sometimes
You watch the news
And you see there are refugees on boats
Then the Prime Minister says they can’t come in
And they are sent off to prison
While you watch the news.

Sometimes
I go walking
And I wonder if it matters
Then it seems, it doesn't matter,
And concern has gone
While I go walking.

- Vergil