About a year ago my Husband and I attended an open house at the Downtown East Side Women's Centre. I was moved by the women who hosted the event. The women and staff presented a play, poetry, music, a talk and there was a Taiko drumming performance. I observed, listened, interacted, and was incredibly moved and humbled by all these women. I also became increasingly aware that the separation between me and the women who find themselves in the circumstances that bring them to the Downtown East Side is really a very thin line. Had I had a slightly different history, had my story taken a different twist or turn, I too might be in a similar situation. These women were beautiful, powerful, loving, courageous and they were deserving of respect and honour. It seemed to me they had stumbled into a mistaken identity. Over the next weeks I experienced guilt about my privilege and couldn't get the women out of my head. My husband suggested I create something around my experience to help work through my feelings and the following is my attempt to honour the women I met.