Friday, January 27, 2012

Community Development in the US of A.

There's an exhaustive amount of questions and theory and living to dissect in my head. I miss sitting in Common Grounds and being able to discuss these issues.

Today a member of my community, a favorite of mine-- a 70yr. old man with bright blue eyes and weathered skin who I helped build a shelter for, gave me the first 20 pages of his biography to read. It's actually pretty well-written and fascinating. Moving here has shattered misconceptions I had about "the homeless" (and made me think about how often we use adjectives about people's situations to classify them versus returning to the fact of humanity. They are homeless people. Undocumented people. Migrant-worker people. Drug-using people. etc.). Many of my new friends are kind, smart, & strong-willed but for whatever reason (bad-decisions, bad habits, lack of ability to adapt, or lack of skills in stress/conflict management, social ability, etc.) have fallen out of what is defined as "normal" society. How do I accompany them in the unique struggles of their community and in their individual stories? It's frustrating to see people who are very capable and intelligent but lack the resources or social skills or coping abilities to function. I have been spending a lot of time thinking about "mutually liberating partnerships" and meaningful work. One exciting thing I'm working with is a woman's group, Bill-- a co-worker of mine and an amazing community organizer, has helped them establish a reading room and coffee shop micro-enterprise that is in the beginning stages but its amazing to see the women finding their voice and learning how to organize, communicate, and make their imagined futures a reality. 

[Excerpts from a letter to a friend] I've been thinking about land right's a lot. I think we hear about it as an issue in the third-world more with peasants or whatever but I've been surprised to see how it's an issue in the US too. In the coming weeks the police are planning a sweep of the homeless encampment where lots of my new friends live and we have a weekly community forum where someone asked, "where is there a place I am allowed to sleep?" The PD has said they don't want to criminalize homelessness, but it does in effect become criminalized where it is illegal to camp just about anywhere. I have been thinking about private property and how even "public" places forbid camping (or sleeping)... or with the Occupy Movement-- sleeping bags, lying down, etc. It seems like the system always benefits those who have property to protect and defend. 

Parallels that come to mind as I think of what you're doing and would love to hear your take on-- ownership/agency despite the potential of transitory. Your community faces violence, outbreaks of fighting or threatening. My community also faces violence, I've been to two memorial services in the past two weeks. They face intervention because they don't own their land. Some of my community has little investment in their surroundings besides trying to secure a place to sleep-- they are given disposable objects and get new donations rather than hold unto things (which is also understandable because it's hard to be homeless and have to lug things around but it can become a cycle.) So how have you worked on increasing ownership or desire to participate in your own community there? 


Monday, January 23, 2012

... everything that moves, loves and is afraid. (Defrees)

What I would call church: Tramping along behind Aaron, starring into tide-pools- eyes wide- as an entire world reveals itself in the pooled remnants of crashed waves: bullwhip kelp, sea anemone, hermit crabs, snails, crimson and purple starfish, egrets, seagulls, oyster catchers with tangerine beaks and amber ringed eyes. Aaron calls out scientific names and describes systems and life cycles while I squeal at the sticky tentacles harpooning my finger as the oral disc of an anemone closes. 


Life. Ineffable. Holy. Silly. Unexpected. 


Dorothy's can be a high stress environment because of the struggles and reality of life on the street, of trauma, of exhaustion, of the lack of ability to control ones environment/situation. The people I've met have quickly become friends whose well-being and community I care about. I have been thinking about my work in the day room and what it means to interact with someone in a way that empowers and brings dignity. 

Thursday, January 19, 2012

stray thoughts

Power structures. Trauma healing. Self-care. Secondary-trauma. Coping mechanisms. Human needs. Living in situations of high stress.

hmm.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Oh.

Before I left Addie sent me these words of wisdom, "I don't know if they re-invent us as much as they re-arrange us. And breathe new things in to us. I worry (that using re-invent) might make you view all that is inside of you, all that has happened to you, your past, your history, your memory, your love and life... might make you miss how solid and true all of that will be forever. ... Those versions will only re-arrange, shift, transform, grow deeper and more honest."

That was a much truer picture I think. Now to be here, after so much time, I am overwhelmed (in a non-negative way) at all of the newness, the sensory overload of sorts. It will take me time to begin to explain in this blog but some beginning thoughts I've been processing.

What does it mean to treat someone with dignity? What does it look like to accompany others toward empowerment? How can we create an environment that helps give people agency, helps them search for meaning, and space to express themselves?

I am humbled by the beauty of the people I've been interacting with, both guests to Dorothy's Place & Kitchen, other volunteers, other companions, the board. This is a community that is dwelling in both brokeness and beauty. One board member said, "working with the poor is a unique way to experience our humanity." There is a quote on the wall of my home, "as long as we are in the world the love that unites us will bring us suffering by our very contact with one another, because love is the resetting of a body of broken bones."

Sunday, January 15, 2012

word.

"It is not easy to hang out on the street with Christ, but the consolation is you get to hang out on the street with Christ."

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

spirit animals

I'm moving in a week and I feel kind of terrified. Moving is a form of reienvention, a way of recreating myself with less and more of the things that shape me. I wonder at how much of who I've become in mennoland will remain with me, and I want it too. I miss my home already, MAMA house, and living with a fox, cheetah, and meadow lark.

My mad for life list so far...
1. be less abstract
2. don't oversleep
3. take public transit adventures
4. wear heels every now and then
5. try a new athletic pursuit/extreme sport

Sunday, January 1, 2012

2012

Bless constellations.
Bless the blackness of the river at night, railways, and silhouettes of the blanket-capped.
Bless face paint.
Bless the smoke-like rapids, tumbling and dissipating endlessly.
Bless shapeshifting waters.
"Bless strength that does not exclude softness."

And curse fear-- its root in all our self-destructiveness,
our selfishness, and the games we play with others.

And appreciate others more.
Appreciate this moment more.
Appreciate our fragility more.