6/13/16: Creative Introductions Response

To begin this journey with tears and laughter and clapping is refreshing and bold. We begin to scratch beyond the surface. I know she hates lateness (uh-oh), I know she has buried a father, I know she is a sweet ass poet, and she cries at the drop of a hat. I know we have all shed a tear about yesterday even though we don’t know each other’s names yet. I know we are trying to make sense of our world; I know we want to change it. I know our worlds made us, and we want to make our own worlds. I know I can do this; I know we can do this. I know this will give me strength at a time I am in short supply.  I know in my gut that this experience will shape me, and I, it.

To end this journey with tears and laughter and clapping will be refreshing and bold. We will scuba dive beneath the surface. I will know she still hates lateness but loves travel, I will know fathers and mothers and brothers and sisters, I will know we are all sweet-ass poets, and I will be the one who cries at the drop of a hat. We will remember each other’s names because of the tears, but also the laughter. We will have made more sense of our world; we aspire to change it. We will know more about how our worlds made us, and we will make a liminal world right here in this place. I won’t do this on my own; we will have done this together. I will know in my gut that this experience shaped me, and I, it.