won't you celebrate with me.
This week I have the fortune of returning to one of my traditional territories - I'm on the Ktunaxa (my Nation), Niitsítapi (ᖹᐟᒧᐧᒣᑯ, Blackfoot), Stoney and the Tsuu T'ina peoples territory, colonial name Banff.
I'm up here to take part in the second module of the inaugural Banff Cultural Leadership Program. We're focusing on mental models, practices and learning and identifying tools that will help us taking on complex artistic institutions and build our capacities as leaders.
Our teacher for the day started with Lucille Clifton's poem, won't you celebrate me.
won’t you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up
here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.
Bring it on Tuesday.