Murals have been going up all over in the past couple years. Often they're political. This new mural a few blocks from the thrift store continues on the other side of the building with a celebration of cultures, picking up the multi-ethnic patterns on the bottom.
I'm going to stop blogging here--take a break, at least for a while.
I'm trying to hash out what's going on in my city, to the people around me, and to me, and to figure out what my role is.
This just isn't the place for me to do that.
I am hurt from seeing people living––and dying––in desperate circumstances, literally right in front of me at work, or when I go to George Floyd Square (GFS).
What is my responsibility to them?
I am NOT wounded and hurt and traumatized in the way the people who LIVE (and die) in desperation are. No, no, nonono, not at all.
Of course not.
But they are not abstractions to me--these are actual, physical people in front of me.
I posted yesterday about Marcia Howard, one of the leaders at GFS. She is not just someone I follow on IG--I have talked to her at the square.
The sex worker who was murdered on the corner by the store was a woman I'd talked with.
HM's nephew-in-law was seized by ICE and held in prison for a year. Now he's been released back into his torn-up life with an "Oh, never mind" from ICE.
I need to step up and do more, engage more. (Not what I want to do, by nature, exactly, but that's beside the point.)
Blogging here isn't helping me do that. I could just focus on dolls and bears here, but that doesn't feel right. (Maybe I'll do that on IG.)
So... for now I'm stepping away--will look for more engagement in my own local (physical) neighborhood, which makes sense.
I dread it because real-life people are so annoying, and I am not great at them.
But I also welcome it: they are me, wrestling with the same stuff.
There's lots going on right by me.
I'm thrilled that a new sewing & mending store--Rethink Tailoring––has moved into a nearby empty shop (it used to be a quilting shop).
They're "new" in a way that reflects the times:
"We opened our storefront on March 14th, 2020 and had to close the next day due to the pandemic." [blog post about their history]Their emphasis is on recycling and environmental sustainability, and they hold classes to share knowledge about doing that.
"During this very unique year, our community helped us help people. We donated over 700 masks to hospitals, homeless shelters, the Sanctuary encampment, George Floyd Memorial, childcare facilities, and to the community in our free mask box."
Their mission: "to keep as many garments out of the landfills as possible".
The owner says:
"There is only so much one person can do alone, but by building a community around reuse and upcycling we can do so much more, together."I've signed up for a couple classes with them--first one is tomorrow.
I'm hoping besides making personal connections, I might be able to link them to the thrift store--
soooo many clothes there go to textile recycling that could be repaired or remade instead.
(I've also long thought I should teach a class on repairing stuffed animals. Maybe this would offer the space)
I get the feeling it's a very "give your pronouns" place, so I'll get ("get") to deal with that IRL too.
But, you know, it's one of the conversations of our age, so I'll do it.
I need and want to do some mending and restructuring . . . of myself.
Also, the guy who'd written the Guide to GFS that I'd edited contacted me about another round of it...
LOL. This is classic human behavior--the square is going to get taken down at any minute, but the guide is still being rewritten.
REAL LIFE IS SO ANNOYING!
But, . . . it's where I live.
Penny Cooper approves. "You could repair bears in coffee shops again," she suggests.
Well, okay then.
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Love you! Best wishes to you all!