As I have been exploring this topic for this event, I have become more and more resistant to it as I keep returning to the trauma of memory and the social/personal pressures to forget. To help myself I began reading poetry that invited me to stay with the pleasurable memories of first love or being lost in the beauty of nature or remembering coming home to a kitchen filled with the smell of baking and the pleasure of eating food that I loved. It worked for a moment but the word Memorial invaded and so did the question, do we ever learn from history?
