My Timehop from a year ago featured posts from a poetry therapy group I attended in Manhattan. At that time, it was the first group I took part of in months, since it was difficult trying to navigate heading to NYC after returning to New Jersey. As I mentioned before, I hold NYC dear to my heart, since it was in this city that I had the opportunity to discover myself, and what I wanted in both my creative and professional life. Leaving New York in 2014 was incredibly difficult, yet it was a choice necessary to make at the time.
My quest to maintain poetry therapy in NJ has proven to be very hard, yet I continue to value my NYC colleagues dearly. Currently a close friend and colleague in poetry therapy is enduring great hardship, and we must come together as a cohesive group, without delay. It’s vital for me to be available for my community, since they are my sisterhood, my tribe.