By EUNICE WILLIAMS
This post was written for Cindy Shearer's CIA 7712: MFA Project. In these blogs, students are sharing their discoveries, reflections and learning as they enter the process of creating a body of art work and culminate their degrees.
The following is a piece I captured that seemed to want to express the appreciation and gratitude I feel about my CIIS experience, especially as it pertains to some of the faculty I’ve come in contact with over the past 4 years or so. I began in the CIIS Bachelor of Arts Completion program and am now in my last semester of graduate studies in the Creative Inquiry, Interdisciplinary Arts program. It’s been a truly amazing ride.
a look at life
I feel like I’ve been striving for graduate school my whole life. That is, my life after
I realized I had a life.
A space where I could learn to identify with that, tiny voice inside.
Never thought it would take me so long. Yet, not really long at all. I know.
It’s funny how one’s artistic development can parallel so with one’s ability to be,
In do time, right? When I was ready to receive. Able to know, Yes!
When the student fully arrives, the teacher will come.
And I bow my head in gratitude.
Teachers. Pushers. Toward where we, together, want to go. Nudging with an
Healthy mothers who have weathered their own storms. Learned to move
Commit to help move you. Waiting with warm smile, knowing eyes, an open
Teachers who teach one to embrace their own stillness. The spaces in-between,
where learning can occur.
With a flash. You are awakened. By the mist of possibilities.
“if you feel it, they will too.”
feeling like little bird
flying free from coup, for a third time
I emptied myself at door
you met me at the threshold
I walked in
because I new what love could do
I new what to look for
because I felt it before
I had a good gauge
much like a surrender
not just college
helped me re-gather my faculties
gave me space to practice grace
face my fears in a humble way
mark my territory
learning to Master myself
full circle from purgatory
given gift to glory
share my story
as paradigms shift underfoot
I saddle up
and I say,