On Saturday, January 7 seventeen women braved the arctic weather and gathered at Holy Wisdom for a day of conversation, reflection, work and play.
It's impossible to predict what will emerge in those conversations, what we each will take with us. Today, I'm thinking about how a conversation about place and space became a conversation about questions and answers. I'm remembering artist and activist Kelly Parks Snider, who told us she put her canvas right up on the wall--no frame, no easel--because she didn't want edges. She didn't want to put limits on her questions.
Boundaries, edges, frames...how are they like answers? Where do we go and what do we have to do to have the freedoms necessary to truly ask the questions?