Michael, now that you are absent
But implicit, proofs of your genius and warmth
Are sprouting everywhere

Michael, it’s a new Spring that none of us wanted
To see without you
To build new places on which to stand
To form archipelagos, and then,

Continents of meaning to sustain your work
Discovering better identities
In gardens and stories of possibility, everywhere

Michael, you gave us the new earth

The plowed fields,
The extraordinary seeds
The particular knowledges
The planting maps
All fruits of your hard work

Daily, you handed them to us
Patiently explaining
And now,
It’s early Spring, It’s raining
Time once again for the miracle of growth.

Pam Smith
April, 2008


Thank you Michael White for the endless ways you profoundly impacted our lives, and on the development of key concepts of narrative practice. Your ideas, practices and presence live on in our lives and work. Rest assured, you are here with us in spirit.