I realize anew that I do not stand as myself alone.
I am me and my daughters.
I am me and my family.
I am me and my new moon group, that has met every month for ten years.
I am me and my friendship with Amy, with Emily.
I am me and my partnership with Jason.
I am me and my body. That one might seem obvious, but it is important to note.
The list goes on, and leads to this...
I am me
who cannot compromise my core
who must simply rise to the occasion
that life presents
as the one who I am.
The tree stands outside the living room window, massive and illuminated by the evening sun. It understands these things too. What kind of tree is it? Can I climb it? I want to sleep high in its branches with the birds and the spiders.
I am a spider.
I build my web, my life that is my art.
It can be torn down.
It can be rebuilt again.
I am a bird.
I eat spiders and fly away.
and return to my nest
Sarah Pemberton is a teacher, a writer, and the founder of Write Now!. Sarah lives in Portland, Oregon with her two daughters.