Pamela Poe
Author
reflections
"to see beyond my reflection in the mirror is to discover my true self"
Why I write
Ancient humans painted a story in dark red ocher pigment on the limestone walls of a remote Indonesian cave 45,500 years ago. Before we had words, we drew. Our need to tell our stories is primal. We share our lives now through steam rising from our espressos in coffee shops and clouded tears at a wake. ......click for more
Reflections
Reflections intrigue me. A perfect day is sitting on the bank of Falls Creek Lake at Ida Cason
Callaway Memorial Chapel in Callaway Gardens. The lake displays an ephemeral liquid reality that mesmerizes me as it transforms with each ripple of water, each splash of sunlight. Trees hula across the surface. The world is upside down on the opposite shore. Colors flow through one another. Hundreds of stars dropped from the sun tap dance on the lake at noonday. It is a world more fascinating to me than the one I raise my eyes to. A world reflecting qualities of reality beyond what we typically see. A world reflecting the depth of creation we can only imagine in the fluid transformation from conception into what we see now.......click for more
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Turning Point
The murder of George Floyd by three Minneapolis police officers on May 25, 2020, cracked the foundation of a principle I thought I lived by. I believed in the equality of all people and treated everyone as such. Or at least I thought I had for all my seventy-one years. Floyd’s murder shattered this belief into hundreds of shards, each reflecting a piece of my life. I was compelled to begin a journey into piecing these reflections of my life back together and discovering the glue that had bound them into the picture of who I am. I began a self-examination of my life as a white woman, the privileges I have had as such and how I have perceived the lives of my black friends. Excerpt "What I See Now"