I remember, for example, one session in which Hannah led us into the river valley to write little poems for and with the trees in the style of Yoko Ono’s Grapefruit. The point was to make use of a writing practice that was in concert with the earth, that wasn’t about the singular “I” we’d been elsewhere instructed to pledge allegiance to the way one does a nation. She was teaching us to be citizens of the air and water and sunlight.
