May I let my voice be a clarion call. I will use these words for justice. I will use these words for truth. And humour.

Friday, January 5, 2007


Street Retreat Tomorrow

I've been invited by a minister friend of mine to go on another street retreat in downtown SF, only this time, I will be trailing others (teens, I guess) to make sure that they're safe. Last time for me, it was devastating, as you can read about here (part one) and here (part two).

This time, I am hoping that observing somebody and looking out for their welfare will help me to unravel my own previous experience. Maybe that's just wishful thinking...

lyrics: Mister Powder Blue Bread Box, you're no cowardly flower. Your rotten little wishes offend my dirty dishes. - Lullaby Baxter Trio

colors: Grey, Blood Red

mood: Eesh... Just got done watching the L. Ron Hubbard penned movie Battlefield Earth, starring John Travolta, Barry Pepper, and Forest Whitaker. People had told me it was really bad, but I just couldn't believe them. Chalk this up as another McRib experience I guess.

chant/prayer/mantra: What holds us separate? What keeps us separated? As we walk the streets, what still connects us?

pax hominibus,

I hope your street retreat was more bearable than the last, although I know that things don't change. I'm hoping you met more Gregory's and other people out there fighting. I hadn't read your story about the last Street Retreat until now, and it was heartbreaking. But I have to say, reading it made me glad to know you; the gentleness and openess you show when describing these people was beautiful - I may not share your belief in God/Bible, but I'm sure you're doing his/it's work - in all the ways that really matter. Peace.
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