ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • HubPages Tutorials and Community

I Am, I Am, We Are

Updated on March 5, 2015
julescorriere profile image

Jules Corriere is a playwright and theater director, having written over 40 plays, one of them performing at the Kennedy Center in D.C.

I Made A Home Here In Jonesborough, Because She's A Lot Like Me--

Her personality. I think some people who come here now don't realize this is a finite period in Jonesborough's history. It isn't always like this, just like we're not the same as we were a few years ago. Historians will tell you she was founded in 1779, but she was found long before that. Dig a little in the soil and you'll see proof of that, proof of people coming to this place for thousands of years. She's lived a long, long life. She used to be one of the tallest places on the planet, the Earth's first mountains, and she stood looking over the world below her. She's changed through the years, the centuries, the millennia, because she's alive, like us.

Like Me

Like me. She's had things happen to her she couldn't explain and couldn't do anything about, just like me. Take the 70 year floods. Every 70 years, a season will come along and rain so hard, and flood so much, it washes nearly everything off the sides of the mountain. Flooding so bad, you can look across and see the water pouring down the sides like giant tears making tracks down her face.

She's Been Built on and Depended on and Worked on and Cared For.

She's had trails and roads and rails carved into her, the same as we've had friends and lovers and family carve themselves into us. When the floods come, when the tears fall, some of those trails disappear, but not all.

She's Moved and Changed and Transformed...

...transformed by everyone who encounters her, and yet, she's always herself. Her spirit remains through all the change.

She's Solid, Alive, the Oldest Mountains on Earth, and If You Listen...

...you can hear her heartbeat, the earth calling out, "I am, I am, I am." Her heart reminds me of my own, because sometimes I forget. We do, don't we? We forget to listen to the message our own heart sends, "I am, I am." Oh, it's easier to hear during the ups, but even in the downs, even in the worst of times, the music still plays, it still says, "I am, I am, I am". We don't always hear it when the rain is pouring and the tears are falling, we forget we are. I forget I am. I forget I have been. I forget I will be. I forget this moment is just a moment, in many, one heart beat in time, one moment I am, and now I am in this moment, and now I am in this one. I am. I am. We are.

jules corriere
jules corriere

Who Am I?

When faced with this question for the Rocket Moms challenge, what came to my mind is what always comes to my mind: Story. Metaphor. Pictures. When I edited my thoughts to the essence, the question of "Who Am I" turned into the simpler question, "Am I"? And the only answer, no matter how wonderful or difficult my life may feel at any moment, the one answer I can always give, despite the ever changing circumstances I face in this life, is, "I Am".

I'd love for you to share.

When You're Asked to Explain Who You Are, What Comes to Mind First? - Words, Images, Lists?

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    • Ann Hinds profile image

      Ann Hinds 6 years ago from So Cal

      Images of what I think I am and not who I see in the mirror. This lens is very poetic and I like how it's tied to the land.