(note: This post is in reference to my blog post, Where I'm From, posted on May 12, 2008)
"If you don't know where you're from, you'll have a hard time saying where you're going." ~ Wendell Berry
If you'd like to create your own Where I'm From poem, go to this link to see a template that may help you out. The original Where I'm From poem, by George Ella Lyon is here.
I created mine on Mother's Day and emailed it to my mom along with a recent photo of me with one of my daughters. She IMed me back, "You just made me boo-hoo!" :)
It was good for me, in a bubble bath way, to spend an afternoon thinking about where I'm from, as I'm from no place in particular. My family is scattered, has always been, and there is no particular geographic location to call "home." Well, I'd call where I am now with the little family I created "home," but I mean, when someone - usually someone who notices I don't have a Southern accent - asks me where I'm from, I usually stutter and mumble. What to say?
After writing Where I'm From, I found that I am from someplace after all, and I like where I'm from. Tortillas and grits and solar panels and all!
(a Great Blue Heron, shot with my Nikon D40 by my friend, Angelle Price)
