Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

We stood there, my team and I,

with a single purpose we stood.

To say all creativity is local.

All healing too.

We spoke and spoke and spoke,

until, suddenly,

with clarity, the dreams became clear.

A hundred day journey begins with a day.

The leaves may rustle.

Lizards may climb high.

Through joy and pain reborn in our hearts

Every one will stand up in one accord,

With the magic of music

saying to themselves, ourselves

from our head to our hearts,

that all healing is local.

All creativity too.

In joy, we will agree.

With smile that fills the soul,

we will nod our heads as we say,

all creativity is local. All healing too.

We will return back to our lives.

Return back to all that makes us whole,

all that helps us create, helps us connect, helps us collaborate, strangely full, with a smile.

All healing is local. All creativity too.

There will be no clear solution, no clear sense of direction yet. But our creativity is our own.

Our healing too, like a boat we push ourselves, into a river full of dreams.

All healing is local. All healing. Local.