On the occasion of Jamie Zimmerman’s untimely death, I sat and asked her what she might have me say when we gathered to remember her. These are the words that landed. What will you do with this elevated state? What will you clear out? What will you commence? What will you cultivate? What will you love? How will you listen? From whom will you learn? Can you let this unexpected sadness burn up every last doubt? You’re here to lift it all up, to usher in big, transcendent love, to remember who you are; that might be enough. You’re here to construct context tenderly, To sit and observe appreciatively, To hear Nature with sensitivity, And if you forget who you are, Please, please, Remember who you are to me.