Last Friday afternoon we all met at the upstairs dance/meeting space at the French Broad Food Co-op in Asheville to work with an art therapist for a couple of hours as a stress reducing/fun initiating /creativity releasing /team building…. whatever. Even though many of us scoffed (me chief among them, though I usually love this kind of stuff, I was just in a pissy mood).
Well, it was wonderful. We laughed ourselves sick — we got silly and wacky and did this amazing scream exercise, as well as a bit of self-revelatory stuff. But mostly we just laughed and laughed. We sooo needed it.
My personal highlight was playing the musical chairs-like game where one person stood in the center and asked if anyone had ever…. (fill in the blank). The only rule was the “thing” had to be something you had actually experienced. Carolyn said, “did anyone ever have a pet chicken growing up?” Deafening silence. The trick was, those who had shared your experience had to jump up and trade placed with each other — you rushed into the fray to claim a spot too, and the one left standing started the inquiry all over again.
So, we have 22+ staffers and volunteers present, several of them my age group. When I get my chance in the middle I say, “has anyone ever taken LSD?”
The upshot is, both pet chickens and hallucinogenics are unfamiliar to many Western North Carolinians in the social services. Who knew? And is it any wonder Carolyn and I best friends?