Here is my own attempt at writing, in list-poem form, Where I'm From.
Where I'm From
I am from schnitzel, wiener würschten, semmel rolls, real butter, Gösser and “Prosit!”
I am from the old farmhouse that migrated from out-in-the-country to down-the-street from the busy factory. From the train whistles and grinding machinery. From cars rushing down the one-way street after the shift change. From the little Indiana city that lost its way when Big American Auto let its people go.
I am from the clover, the cedars, the maples, the cherry and the apple.
I’m from big hugs and strong fingernails gently rubbing my scalp. I am from Tex, otherwise known as Thekla, and her soldier Tom. From the Buscheks and the Turners.
I am from the land of the Sound of Music. Of castles and Alps and trips down the Autobahn to feel rough whiskers and hear foreign words.
I am from the belief in holding it all in. And taking everyone in. No matter what.
I am from dynamite-comes-in-small-packages and you'll always be the baby.
I am from Captain Kirk, Spock and Bones, from Monty-Python – Run Away! – and from Doctor Demento in the dark of night.
I am from pulpit-pounding turned gentle, intelligent leadership. From believing I would forever live in hell to knowing in my heart that my soul will go on and on in ways I can’t imagine in this lifetime.
I am from ET leaving to follow his dreams and Mom driving us around to follow ET.
I am from feeling the notes on the page, my fingers on the silver, my feet on the hot pavement, the brother- and sisterhood of 150 instrumental voices together singing a story that moves.
I am from the Herron School of Art – the old one – with its dusty halls, unbearable heat, amazing graffiti and motley crew of creators. I’m from hanging out with squids…and parties at Purdue.
I am from the spirit of trying it…of college and business without a clue.
I am from a union with Mr. Long Hair who brought with him hard rock and football and auto-racing. And an understanding of me that no one else possibly can possess.
I am from Dr. Bob who opened my mind and soul and healed my body. An amazing physician who will live forever in my heart. My God, do I miss him!
I am from two little people who teach me how to be a better person every single day. One who is clearly an old soul and one who is ambitiously wise.
I am from Motherhood without a Mother.
I am from chaos outside and in. A mind that won’t be still.
I am from books. And books. And books. And books. Books about people, life and Spirit.
I am from NWN and brown boxes and a mentor who pushed me to the edge and stood ready to catch me if I fell.
I am from an insatiable need to create. And an equally compelling urge to bring healing into the lives of ordinary people. Who are actually quite extraordinary.
I am from my cards and symbols and the colors that people make.
I am from a humbling list of men and women whom I feel honored to call friend.