Glenis believes that we all defy categorization, but knows that it is our human nature to label and define. Thus, she has been deemed a poet and a teaching artist. However, she understands that she is this and more. We all are. This is where the term Imagination Activist enters. When she sits in a poetic circle with others, she is still informed by her counselor training and in this circle, she helps participants discover their depths and enables them to venture on their own creative paths.

Glenis’ Creative Walk: In 1992, Glenis was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. Her doctor told her “you are not going to die from this (musculoskeletal pain disorder) “but you are going to sure wish that you would have.”  In search for answers of how to live her life with this illness, Glenis found the key to her new life while watching Bill Moyer’s Language of Life on PBS. It came in the form of a poem by Lucille Clifton. Read Below.

After hearing Clifton’s poem, Glenis felt hit by a creative lightening bolt. She was activated to begin her journey as a poet and a teaching artist. She literally and metaphorically got off of her sick bed. Though she still suffers from fibromyalgia, her focus and gaze has turned to poetry.

Now, Glenis creates an empowering environment for others whereever she goes whether schools, colleges, prisons, conferences, festivals or corporations.  She makes a safe space where people can delve into their inner world and  investigate what matters to them in their lives.  She gives participants tools to deeply reflect upon their lives and then the opportunity practice those creative skills.  Glenis believes these skills translate to everyday living, if people utilize them. Glenis is an Imagination Activist. She helps young people and adults go deep and live their lives more fully.

won’t you celebrate with me
by Lucille Clifton

won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.