I live in joy that I have work to do, and love the doing of it. That a remarkable woman named Ali has joined my life and together planted and tended a monumental project in design and that she inspires me daily. That I work with a team that I love, everyone one of them, and with whom I have more fun than I thought possible. I live in joy that the movement of women once envisioned is now actually moving, that allies are daily reaching one another and expanding and that women in other countries feel the reverberations of our interest, our reach, our admiration. I live in joy that 400 of you will fill a sold-out room today and create a combustion of energies that move toward the good and the beautiful. I live in gratitude that women elevate women, that all of us can walk this runway together, that each wears her own second skin, but we wear one another’s skin too.
I live in thanks that the hand can still create and that the imagination can lift and that women can rise into sovereignty and that they are . . . and that all of us are living beyond borders. We live in another place altogether, without dividing walls, and it is a state of love. It is possible to live here, most, if not all of the time, and I live in amazement at that.
For all of you who have witnessed the past two years of Ibu, who have helped us grow a movement like spiders at a web, daily larger, I feel today a glad bursting forth in celebrating Ali MacGraw’s amazing new collection, a great harvest from our work together. Going this week from Charleston to New York and beyond and beyond, connecting with people everywhere who are pitching in to make this whole endeavor a walk into possibility, a runway into hope.
Thank you for being in this endeavor with me. I’m excited. It is a completion, but feels as though all is still ahead. Denise Levertov wrote at the conclusion of a poem which years ago left a seed in my imagination ~
We have only begun to know
the power that is in us if we would join
our solitudes in the communion of struggle.
So much is unfolding that must
complete its gesture,
so much is in bud.
love and blessings
to all that is in bud ~
Susan Hull Walker