 A lot of different networks. Excellent. Heart. I can travel all over the country and have a place to stay. Heart with no name. Anybody else? Fill up, Phillip. I love the power or the simplicity of this exercise. There's two simple questions. Yeah. Like a volcano. Generosity. Radical center. Exchange. People are close. We have what we need. Hospitality. Wisdom. Did you ever hear that? Wisdom. Yes. I have to say hope. I have to say I woke up this morning and I read something on the CNN application. It wasn't good for this country and for our countries, Latin American countries too. So this is, for me, this is a real gift because give me hope. Like, oh yeah, exchange. And to get to see people with open mind and the diversity of cultures getting together. Yeah. Like a communal courage. I want all these people in my life all the time. Okay, I'm real. That would be offering of room and hospitality in Minneapolis, right? Yeah. And in New York. We're coming. It feels like, I mean I have one thing to add. It's like beyond survival. Right? Yeah. Abundance beyond survival. And the kind of deep roots. Yes. I made up a word yesterday called thrival. So thank you all. Thank you Betsy. Thank you Betsy. You and I offer some things and then we'll close in to lunch. Sitting through these two days, I was reminded of my heart sister, the flip side to me who is a Lippon Apache Pulitzer nominated poet. And one portion of the poem in particular that has always held meaning to me as a person who feels challenged to do or who is an artistic person and is very challenged to share. Some of you know I have extreme stage fright. So it's very difficult. But I want to reach a few stances of this because this is her call to action. And I think that as we're thinking about going forward from here, something that will resonate, it resonates with me. And she says, I'm still the Lippon Jemana land grant model. Nobody sees, nobody recognizes an invisibility, through all the checkpoints, border towns, train tracks, pesticide flybys, welfare lines. Wings shifting shape, scorpions venom injects me for the night. Green light spasms in the click click delete, cut past, fucking do something, do something different. An organism of light at the slippery edge, one good time to die and live spreading like osmosis. Tripping gray mother rabbit on the moon, always with that sorrowful look on her face, make the medicine, be artistic and do what is necessary. Just a few acknowledgments, that's all for me. I want to reiterate the thanks to those who supported this convening. It's not the easiest thing, I mean maybe it is, but to communicate and create the understanding for the need for these types of gatherings and I appreciate the fact that the Doris Duke Chirol Foundation, that New England Foundation for the Arts, that ethics and common good project, that alternate routes, that howl around and others understand this need and see it as an opportunity. It's more often challenged than being curious and supported, thank you. So not enough words can really express that gratitude. I hope others cannot share in the expression of that gratitude, however they see fit to those organizations that have supported this in any way you can. I want to say thank you to Sita for doing this. We just joined Double Edge's staff and company for jumping in and for doing such a wonderful job. Thank you to the rest of the Double Edge staff and company who tirelessly those of you who are students and other that are here visiting and learning and giving so thank you for being a part of this. I want to streamline the rest of this. I mean, I'm going to ask all of us to streamline the rest of this and then we can clap at the end just so it doesn't get too redundant or time consuming. It's a little difficult to articulate the Double Edge's different structures. We have a company, people who are dedicated for years of being a part of this but we also inside of that have an ensemble of people that are here for much longer than years who take on a very large commitment to making sure this place exists and thrives and does it quite tirelessly and quietly and sometimes in the background and sometimes on stage. I want to acknowledge this ensemble. I want to say a very special thank you and acknowledgement to Stacey for starting Double Edge and for having to see this vision of a place that is becoming and is what it is. I want that acknowledgement to extend to Carlos as well. My teachers, my friends, my colleagues for everything that you both have done and that you do. I want to thank all of you, the participants. I want to especially thank Nick for co-leading this and co-organizing this. So thank you very much. A few thoughts. I want to say that I was most moved yesterday by the love that was here. When people started to arrive here, I got a real good feeling because I was like, oh, we've gathered a bunch of lovers. That love started with Matthew's real trust of trusting me to do this with you and I appreciate that and the trust that I always feel in this space from all of the Double Edgers. And I thought yesterday we really held the difficulty of the room with love and there were lots of sticky things we talked about yesterday and I think there's still things that we have to always unpack but it's really, it was beautiful to be in a room where people would hold that conversation with love and with honesty and felt open enough to say hard thanks to people to follow up with folks and I was moved by that. Matthew had been writing me for many years, asking me to come and work with this woman Reina Movedchka here and I had told him no a couple of times and he was persistent as he is and I accepted an invitation to come here at a time when I was a really hard time in my life and I had no idea why I was coming here and Stacy got right, came right up to me and told me something that has all changed the course of a lot of things for me which was she said I observed that you have things to give and training that you don't give, that you hold back and my response to that was I'm trying to pay attention to what the room needs and what everybody else needs and Stacy said it's not your job to worry about what everybody else needs if you're not giving everything you can because if you are not your full self then everyone else cannot be their full selves as well and that was a real gift for me it set me on a course of the last couple years of my life to try to bring my full self but the reason it was hard for me is that it ranked counter to something my mama always told me every time I always try to talk to my mother about how I know about sexism and everything my mama would be like you don't know anything about sex you have to be aware of the privilege your body brings into the room and so it's a dance and it finally made sense to me yesterday when DePunker said we don't all start imagining from the same place radical imagination, some people have more of a privilege to be radical and so this for me I'm weaving together these two notions of being your full self but understanding that for some of our bodies being radical means taking ourselves out of the spotlight or out of the work sometimes and reducing what we bring to the room so I'm alive and again by the spark you said to me and the notion that you put in the room yesterday to think about those things for myself that's what I'm leaving with and this thing about radical imagination yesterday Nicole Garno asked us to do to practice revolutionary behavior by encouraging one another just to get behind somebody and she said the person in front of you is likely the person who's going to bring about this change you want to see in the world so why don't you lean over and whisper to them a few words of encouragement and she shared this within I both understand the world through the words of the poet so I just want to leave us with these words by Martin Espada imagine the angels of bread this is the year that squatters evict landlords gazing like admirals from the rail of the roof deck or levitating hands in praise of steam in the shower this is the year that shawl refugees deport judges who stare at the floor in their swollen feet as files are stamped with their destination this is the year that police revolvers stove hot blister the fingers of raging cops and nightsticks splinter in their palms this is the year that dark-skinned men lynched a century ago return to sip coffee quietly with the apologizing descendants of their executions this is the year that those who swim the borders undertow and shiver in boxcars are greeted with trumpets and drums at the first railroad crossing on the other side this is the year that the hands pulling tomatoes from the vine uproot the deed to the earth that sprouts the vine the hands canning tomatoes are named in the will that owns the bedlam of the cannery this is the year that the eyes stinging from the poison that purifies toilets awaken at last to the sight of a rooster loud hillside pilgrimage of immigrant birth this is the year that cockroaches become extinct that no doctor finds a roach embedded in the ear of an infant this is the year that the food stamps of adolescent mothers are auctioned like gold doubloons and no coin is given to buy machetes for the next bouquet of severed heads in coffee plantation country if the abolition of slave manacles began as a vision of hands without manacles then this is the year if the shutdown of the extermination camps began as imagination of a land without barbed wire or the crematorium then this is the year if every rebellion begins with the idea that conquerors on horsebacks are not many-legged gods that they too drown if plunged in the river then this is the year so may every humiliated mouth teeth like desecrated headstones fill with the angel's bread and that is martin a spot up imagine the angels of bread so just give thanks for everyone and Nicole for sharing that I know we have to move to logistical space but I would really appreciate it if we closed down this space with a couple breaths together so if everyone fit in stand as you're able we can perform as best we are able once just try to squeeze it we'll try to do them together all the intentions, all the good, all the 32 years of double edged all the love, all the food, all the things that are held in this space blow them in on the count of three we're going to blow into our hands and we'll shoot that up into this room at least wit says that every song you ever sing sound lasts in the universe forever the truth for intention so put a good intention on the count of three into your hand go to this pavilion and then we're going to close down this space one, two, three I'll share a man pierced thanks