NOTE: This one is modeled (somewhat) after the poem “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon. During some training at work, we were assigned the task of writing something about ourselves using the general criteria Ms. Lyon used. I’m not sure I really stuck with the actual assignment too well, but I felt that the end result was worth keeping…and it tells a bit about who I am, so…
I am from farm fields stretching for miles.
I am from old houses falling apart
—cold in winter, hot in summer, rarely comfortable;
From the smell of wood fires burning in fireplace and wood stove;
From laughing doggy eyes and cuddly cats.
I am from anger filling the house with rage and and music to calm the storm;
From drabness as an emotional blanket smothering all the joys and fears.
I am from hidden places of refuge.
I am from hurt and rejection pushing me into self-realization;
From forgiveness and the struggle to let go.
I am from learning and seeking and growing into intimacy with my Creator;
From church every time the doors opened
morphing to home informal gatherings instead.