I am from a baby blanket named “Bee,” a whole bag of chips eaten on the way home from the grocery store, and piles of dress up clothes.
I am from the big Texas sky, the smell of pine needles on a hot day.
I am from singing in public and thinking about how your actions affect others, from Randy, Marnie, Lolly, and Ann, Ruth, Jane, and Mary, and always staying to help clean up.
I am from easily angered and can’t hold a grudge.
From “we believe government should take care of people” and somewhere on the Bell curve.
I am from the Congregationalists and Unitarian Universalists, who see God in each person.
I am from Western Europe via Texas, Christmas morning caramel pecan rolls, and ramen noodles.
From the dad who was willing to catch my puke in his hands, the psychologist mom who became a yogi, and the sister who so proudly marches to the beat of her own drum.
I am from all the rooms in all the houses of the people in my family who hang onto things, “just in case.”
We did this exercise as part of my prenatal yoga teacher training. It was a lovely way, in our small group of seven (six students and one teacher), to learn about each other and ourselves. Read the original poem, or get the template.