Go home
The amazing people I meet in my classes at the Institute, the conversations, the experiences–all bring me back again and again, for over a decade now. And yet, after all the moments that give me insight–Alice at 86 teaching me to play and learn always, Miguel’s photographs inviting me to witness meaning-making as it happens, Eugene’s powerful wisdom at age 20 opening new ways of seeing for me, Rafael’s polychronic drumming that participates in something much bigger than us, Kichom’s deep insights about consciousness exploding my brain, Amer’s devotion to hip-hop culture as a young interculturalist, and many, many more–even after all that, I am so ready to go home after three weeks here. In this place, time and space and edges collapse. I need to walk outside that continuum and get back to my fantastic tribe. And so, today, I’m going home at last. Trees need sun to grow–I’m headed toward mine. I’ll leave it to my pal Arlo Guthrie to take me there:I’m Going Home
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Like the tree that grows so tall
Leaves turn gold and then they fall
They’ve gone down, now they’ve grown
They’re going home
Mountain streams may run and flow
Clean the sands on which they go
Stretching down like it had known
It’s going home
Sunrise early in the dawn
Slips away, then it’s gone
Leaves the night to carry on
While it’s going home
Once a man he lived and died
What he said death could not hide
Even though it’s often tried
But he was going home
Now my friends it’s time to go
And this love will live to grow
And I want you all to know
I’m going home