I arrived in the pouring pouring rain after a combo of b-i-k-i-n-g, 2 busses, skytrain & another bus. I am carrying the last 21 white scarves that I finished sewing fairly late last night (carefully wrapped in 3 layers of plastic wrap to protect them from the rain). I am wishing there could be more than 24 hours in a day. More than 7 days in a week.
I am drenched and tired and, frankly, SO ready and willing to kvetch and complain. But once I join the crew at Rhizome Cafe (a feminist, community-building cafe kind of community centre) and I swallow a good strong coffee, I begin to listen to everyone else’s reports on their week:
Haruko was sewing and decorating red felt hearts until 5:30 am.
Lianne got up at 3:00 am to catch up on emails and organizational details.
Chris stayed at her computer after work until 10:00 pm finishing poster and press release.
I feel I am lazy in comparison. There is so much to do. We are galloping towards the finish line while holding our saddles under our arms and chasing our horses. Still, lots of laughter, good coffee, passionate support, creative problem-solving.
Gathering momentum. 1000 + 1 details. Big and little challenges to solve together.
We are all tired. Just not enough time (or money) so we must buckle down and get super resourceful.
(in photo taken by restaurant staff : Lianne, Chris, Haruko, Moira, Lady J, Bernadine Fox and Avy)
respectfully submitted, Lady Justice
Tags: activist art, community art, feminism
