How often do we truly feel seen by others? A part of a community that will hold us in the good times and the bad? I have been reflecting on how rare that feeling has been for me - of true love and acceptance from a community.
I wrote this poem during the One City One Prompt event coordinated with Swirl and the Creative Righting Center on September 18, 2011.
The streets of New York City become more smoothly choreographed. We don't bump or push or get into quarrels because of such small infractions worsened by ego. We glide past one another, light breezes, punctuated by easy smiles.
Today’s guest post is by Jen Chau, founder of Swirl, a multi-ethnic, anti-racist organization that promotes cross-cultural dialogue. “What are you?” is one of those questions like “Where are you from, I mean from from?” that people pose (sometimes ungracefully) when they are curious about someone’s racial/ethnic identity. What Are You? is also the title of an upcoming event(Monday, September 26th at 7pm), part of the Crossing Borders, Bridging Generations series, hosted here at the Brooklyn Historical Society and co-sponsored by Loving Day. BHS is learning more about Brooklyn’s overlapping, interweaving communities and we hope you’ll join the conversation here in the comments and at upcoming events.
Today - this weekend - a lot of us are spending time thinking back to our lives and where we were when the Twin Towers fell. It's hard to believe that it was ten years ago, many of us say. It seems like we were gathered in the streets staring up at the sky, mouths agape, just yesterday. And then again, it seems that it has taken ten years to come to grips with what happened.