Yesterday, in a group therapy workshop titled Living Improv: Using Improvisation to Access the Group Here and Now, the leaders — Elizabeth Ehrenberg and Ali Kimmel — facilitated an exercise where we could do certain actions and use particular phrases in a circle. At one point, they added the option of repeating “I own this town” while putting your thumbs through imaginary suspenders and strutting through the circle, with everyone else getting out of your way. I couldn’t wait to own that and whenever I got a chance, I stuck my thumbs out, chanted “I own this town! I own this town!” and strutted my way to wherever I wanted to be. I own that I loved doing that and I own that I loved how the other group members appreciated the way I did it. Somebody said, “You wear that so well.”
I own this blog and I’ll say this: I wish that people would
- own what they want to do and say and
- own the consequences of their speech and their actions.
I own these photos!
I own this: When I was owning homesickness on my first day in Houston, I connected with Maurice at Starbucks in the Galleria Mall. Yesterday morning, I owned the wish to say goodbye to him on my last day at the group therapy conference and I owned the presence of mind to ask somebody in line to take that photo of the two of us. She and I later owned our astonishment when she was a presenter of a group workshop I attended 15 minutes later!
I don’t own this music but I own how well it fits today’s post.
If you have any thoughts or feelings about this blog, please own them in a comment below.
I own my thanks to all who helped me own what I wanted to share today and — of course! — to YOU, for your attention to this blogging town.
I Own my little Villa/unit, and my poems, and my heart’s these to be shared.
I own my appreciation of your poems and your visits here, Ivor.
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Hi Ann, I own this day, and decided to come visit! So glad I did. Love the photo of you and Maurice!
I own my delight about what you owned, SD! ❤
Thanks Ann!!!!
Some of the nicest things—like your experience in that session or your friendship with Maurice are things that can’t really be owned but it’s great that they can still be shared.
That is the nicest thing, Chris.
I own me, no one else wants to own me which is good as I don’t want to be owned by anyone else. I also own my somewhat boring lifestyle also ok I am happy
I love what you own, Joanne.
I own that I truly enjoy your blog, Ann! XOX
I own that I truly enjoy this comment, Micki! XOX
I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t own anything. I just have things on loan, or as custodian for those who come after.
Thanks for loaning your wisdom to this blog, Derrick.
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