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Open Space

All are welcome to join a brief gathering – followed by snacks. 

 
 
Open Space begins again this Tuesday April 2nd from 12:30-1:00pm in Bond Chapel. Free Grounds of Being coffee and bagels served afterward. 
 
We've got a new poem and a new question on deck for spring quarter! The poem we'll be engaging with this quarter is "The Moment" by Margaret Atwood (see below). 
 
The question for the quarter is, "How have you been a visitor?" 
 
Per usual, this week we'll read the poem and talk together about what it inspires or provokes, then the rest of the weeks we'll have speakers answering the question in some form. If you're interested in sharing a 5-7 minute reflection this quarter, please email
 
It's spring quarter--it's the final stretch of the year--and we're probably all in need of a little space, a little quiet, and a little room to breath. Invite friends, colleagues, or just bring yourself. All are welcome. If you're not already, follow Open Space on Instagram: @uchiopenspace 
 
 

Open Space, held at Bond Chapel each Tuesday from 12:30 to 1:00pm, provides the Divinity School community with a unique opportunity for conversation, reflection, and fellowship around the things that enliven us, weigh on our hearts and minds, and give our work here meaning. All are welcome to come hear from diverse members of the community, to be opened and heartened by music or a reflective silence that points us beyond ourselves, and to wrestle (sometimes ritually) with the tensions we — as people who come from many places and traditions — see in our lives and in our world. 
"The Moment" by Margaret Atwood"

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.