Telling Stories, I have never thought of my self as a story teller
but when I enter the Walker
A transformation happens
and my many matrixes of identities comes clearly into view
The prism of my existence illuminates and images, colors prelude and radiate off of others streams of lights in the room
Then suddenly the textured, layers and faces without names become a harvest of plenty
Many tell stories of lack or visions that were not their own but THEN
They too share their story, the undeniable moment when they WERE
Became the artist inside that body that was made to dance, sing, paint, draw, create, write, scream and bleed

This story telling is serious business, not for the fainted hearted but the strong willed
Willing to become a teller of stories, and a listener of a community and a heart without judgment and it is in this space on this particular night that I understand that I am now a Citizen a Citizen of the Walker!

Written By Autumn Reign (Nicole)