"I fear this silence, this inarticulate life"

Adrienne Rich's words on silence are circling around my mind as I try to conceptualize a reflection that could synthesize my feelings about our last class and the rest of the semester.

I keep drafting posts to write back to Anne, Hayley and Sasha, but nothing sounds adequate. I am not ready to collect all of my feelings yet, and I am afraid I will lose something important if I rush to put it all into words so soon.  I am choosing to take my time because I am not ready to let go… by holding silence close, and by prolonging the dissection of feeling into theory and analysis, I can more vividly remember these women, not as research opportunities or as a means to a more elevated understanding of educational theory, but as people who continually broke down the barriers I thought existed around my own capacity to feel.