Thursday, March 31, 2016

For my students...

I didn't get to your symposia. I will tell you that I was heart broken to miss the event that we have been talking about all semester. As you know, I was stranded at the Atlanta Airport.

Since my return, notes have been sent on your behalf thanking me for your extraordinary work you did on Tuesday afternoon. (Notice I did not say "okay" work or "fine" work, the words were extraordinary.)

Perhaps we have found and cultivated this passion of writing within ourselves.

We looked at this poem last week, but for now it belongs to you, my extraordinary creative writing class.

(I know you will read this as you are required to read our blogs!)

See you on Tuesday.


P.S. For those of you who do not know this poem, please listen to it. It makes me cry every time; perhaps it will for you.


neriman said...

Hi PH,
I just listened to this poem. It made me cry... Very touching and very true.
I don't know that I will be a writer some day, but I'm going to continue to write. Even after the classes are over.
You gave me a gift, now I cannot put it down..
Thank you for all your encouragement.

TheChristianMystic said...

Thanks, Professor Homan. We were so sorry you couldn't be there, but so grateful that you've given us this amazing opportunity to unleash the writers within us.

Robb Foster said...

Well, I didn't cry... but... I found boundless inspiration and it lessened my crippling self doubt just a little. Absolutely fantastic post this time, PH!