March 29, 2007


It started with this--the cat-infuriating mobile.
or, actually, with this.
I realized I gave away all my paints when I moved--am trying not to see that as a mistake. The main question I ask myself lately is "what would a pioneer lady do?" and the answer has been "work with what she's got". Which is 4 colors of paint, modge podge, embroidery floss and construction paper. So I have been constructing much as I think to be constructing. Which is a lot.
I woke up Tuesday and baked a cake for JR's birthday. Long time cake enjoyer, first time cake baker. It was from a box, but the orange-ginger-cinnamon buttercream frosting was by my own hand. I tried to use a stencil to make a cinnamon bird on the top, but it went haywire. Later, I called JR and said "wake up and come eat yr cake, pal". He did. His gift was an inspirational banner, which we worked on together, with JR's 07 coin "summer of forgiveness". It came out nice. Summer of Forgiveness is a something to consider for yourself. The last few years have been wicked for everyone. Summer of Forgiveness is latent promise for the new, que no?
Once we got going, it was hard to stop. We are on day three of making banners for our friends. We just listen to the troubled callers on the Savage Love podcast and laugh and cut and string and tape and paste for a few hours. I took part of the week off from writing, so I just paper-make for a few hours, cook a bit, then read the hugely inspiring book of collected writings Bayard Rustin for a few hours. I had no idea who he was, but knew his name from a Smart Went Crazy song that has been stuck in my head for almost nine years before I thought to google him, which, in turn, prompted a library trip. Rustin was black, gay, christian, radical activist/organizer who was largely responsible for bringing the ideals of non-violent protest to the civil rights movement. He was an organizing powerhouse, but a lot of the people he worked with kept him in the wings and would sell him out because he was gay. When he was working to desegregate interstate busses in the south in the early 1940's, some white dudes started to beat him up and he winds up getting arrested. The cops get him to the jail and are infuriated he's not cowering and the cop tells him he should be scared and Rustin says
"I am fortified by truth, justice and Christ--I have no need to fear."
And that's just the third page. You should really read the book for yourself.
The high tide of inspiration is lapping at the shore.

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