Helping the Homeless - Choosing Not To Look Away



January 19, 2010

This was my Daily OM and one I felt moved to share. While stopped at an intersection on the way to get to the highway, I passed a homeless woman. Another car obscured me from making eye contact, but this is what I wanted to do. I often feel paralyzed - guilty for my privileged life, deep shame at a society that allows social ills like homelessness to be perpetuated, and frustrated that I can't offer more than food if it's available or eye contact. One of the situations that breaks my heart in two is seeing homeless people and homeless animals out on the streets. I started volunteering for an organization that addresses the connection (Portland Animal Welfare Team).

One of the things I've started doing is supporting Street Roots, a local newspaper covering homeless and other social justice issues. Seventy-five cents of every dollar supports the vendor.

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Daily OM

Homeless people in our communities are a fact of life, especially in big cities. Many of us don’t know how to interpret this situation or what we can do to help. We may vacillate between feeling guilty, as if we are personally responsible, and feeling angry, as if it is entirely on their own shoulders. The situation is, of course, far more complex than either scenario. Still, not knowing how to respond, we may fall into the habit of not responding at all. We may look over their heads not making eye contact, or down at the ground as we pass, falling into a habit of ignoring them. Each time we do this, we disconnect ourselves from a large portion of the human family, and it doesn’t feel right.

Most of us know in our hearts that the homeless and the poor are not so very different from us. They may be the victims of poor planning or an unavoidable crisis. Some of them are mentally ill, some are addicted to drugs or alcohol, and some are choosing to be homeless for reasons we may never understand. We can imagine that, given their lives, we would likely have ended up in the same place. This does not mean that we are meant to rescue them, as they are on their own learning path, but it does remind us that we can treat them as equals, because that is what they are. Even if we aren’t able to offer food, shelter, or money, we can offer a blessing as we pass. We can look them in the eye and acknowledge our shared humanness, even if we don’t know just how to help them. This simple act of kindness and silent or spoken blessings can be so helpful to those living on the street.

If you want to help with information, you can learn about the services in your area and share the locations of food banks, shelters, and other resources. Perhaps your family would like to have a plan ahead of time, talking with your children about how as a family you would like to handle these situations. Whatever you decide to do, you will feel much better when you make a conscious choice not to simply look away.

Nia....memory lane....










January 18, 2010

Pictures above: the sheets I created for my DreamWalker routine ("doing my bars"), me in my Nia Wisconsin tanktop from Nita, my Nia training, and the scarves I used for one of my classes at Shakti.

An old family friend of mine, Anita, affectionately known as "Nita" and I have recently reconnected after months and months of business in both of our lives. Nita has a special place in my heart - she was my first therapist and life coach of sorts - in my post-college confusion. Her vibrance, confidence and sparkle provided a very healing space as I explored the many pieces of my life that felt incongruous at the time. She was also the person who planted the very first seed about a movement form called Nia. I remember scoffing at the idea of going to a dance class. The thought of it brought me immediate anxiety.

Nia was then reintroduced to me years later in the form of an apprentice at Shakti Rising, Lindsey, who has since become a friend of mine. I lit up when she spoke about it and remembered that Nita had talked about it years back. Eventually, I got up the nerve to attend my first class (taught by a former college instructor who has also become a lovely friend) and fell in love. It was the first time in my life that I felt like I was in my body. The earthy music, the barefoot dancing, the movements...the whole package was life-altering.

Years later, I decided to go through a white belt training in Asheville, NC with the vision of teaching the women at Shakti. This would symbolize having come full circle in my own transformation. I had started out teaching classes at Shakti in women's rights issues and political activism, moved onto graduation committees, cooking for FRi night dinners, spearheading an organic garden project, staffing the house to help staff out, and then my decision to actually teach Nia. This decision would put me way out of my comfort zone and I liked that. I'm so glad I took the leap of faith.

Fast forward...I find myself in Portland, OR, AKA Nia headquarters...I have re-fallen in love with Nia and adore my instructor, Erika. ROOT Whole Body hosts these classes and I feel so happy about that because the place is full of positive energy.

Newfound Freedom

December 28, 2009

A friend recently asked me how my newfound freedom felt with my departure from NWEI and this is what I shared:

'It's rather mixed actually, a combination of sheer glee and trepidation with a pinch of anxiety and smidge of overwhelm swirled in there...the mystery of my future is both freeing and frightening. It scares me to feel like I have this much control in my own life, to know that I have an opportunity to choose a different path. I always possessed that "control," but I see it differently now...hard to explain.

I'm mostly establishing some kind of rhythm for my day so I don't get paralyzed in the lack of structure. I'm at a coffeehouse and just about to launch into the job search. It's rather bizarre to go from an 8-5p job to all hours in the day.'

I talked to my friend, Martha's mom for about an hour on Sat. night about all of this and it was so helpful and comforting just to have a listening, unbiased ear by my side! She commented that while freedom feels liberating when you leave a position that makes you unhappy that it is still disorienting. I am still obligated to pay rent, utilities, make my car payment, and balance everything else that keeps my life going.

Winter Solstice...



December 21, 2009

A silence blankets Portland tonight....the streets seem even quieter than usual tonight. As I motivate myself up from resting my tired eyes, I give into the coziness of my gloves and the closeness of a scarf around my neck. I face the cold and there's something about it that warms my heart. I can feel my face getting flush and I smile about the crisp air and the quiet moment that I have all to myself.

It's hard to believe that it was already a year ago that Arctic Blast descended upon Portland, with it's bone-chilling, unforgiving snowfall. That was the time of my life. I'll never forget walking 3 miles through the snow - all the way from SW Chinatown to NW Industrial Area in ski boots! Public transit was spotty and unreliable and the whisper of the night called me. The streets were eerily quiet and deserted, taking me back to the set of 80's film "Gremlins."

Ahhh, it feels good to be aligned with the cycles and rhythm of the seasons.

Happy Winter Solstice, family and friends!

What if...




I wanted to share my immense gratitude to my cousin, Adrienne for extending herself way back when I began my search for housing in Portland. She helped me land this place (Macleay Gardens). It's been over a year and a half already since I've moved in...this is a place I've come to know as home and while it isn't permanent, I have made the nicest circle of friends (most of whom were out-of-state and looking for connection too) in this complex, friends that will always be friends and friends that I have made really nice memories with- that connection helped me stay grounded in times of uncertainty and it made it easier to commit to living in Portland, even when I was jobless and wondering if I had made a mistake in moving 1,000 miles from home.

What made me think of all of this is that my circle of friends is shrinking - two of the last neighbor friends, Bernie and Martha just moved to NE Portland and I am missing them immensely already and feeling fairly lonely. While my heart feels a little empty and blue without their presence, it's equally weighted by gratitude that I can experience such a depth of emotion for people who were once strangers. I remember meeting them in the parking lot days after I moved in. They were unpacking and moving their stuff into my 4-plex. I liked their down-to-earth aura immediately. We had a conversation about why they moved to Portland - they said they were recently engaged and looking for a place to call home and that Boston just didn't have what they needed to feel settled. I hoped that we could become friends.

Who would have known that we'd become such nice friends and that I would attend their wedding a year later (see photo of vegan doughnuts they got special for me)? We shared the one-and-only and intense Arctic Blast 2008 together, watching snow from Bernie and Martha's living room while sharing Hannukah and Christmas together. We shared weekly soccer games and drinks at the local pub, Lompoc together. We convened in the courtyard for stories, laughs and to let our dogs run rampant. We performanced the giddiest of dance routine together for Meg's 24th birthday (yes, 24!).

When I moved here, everything was so unfamiliar. I felt like I had regressed. I was resistant to living without privacy of a backyard. I worried that Charlie would never get along with the at least 20 other dogs in this complex. He befriended a puppy who doubled in size and is now one of his pals and he eventually learned to trust his guardian, Bernie (6'5" man!) to take him on walks while I was at work. I worried that my cats who had become accustomed to playing in my front yard would get cabin fever. They have favorite spots in the bush outside of my door and go no farther than 15 feet away from my front door. I worried I'd have no space to grow food and yet I managed to grow tomatoes, peas, peppers and strawberries in a tiny plot of poor quality soil.

Lastly, but most importantly, is that in this circle of friends was a woman who I would fall for, a woman who would become the "gateway"of sorts to my finally, finally, finally coming to terms with a truth I had intentionally ignored for nearly five years, a truth that pained me to confront.

I truly believe that when I put pen to paper nearly two years ago that this place manifested itself and that, if for no other reason, to address this vital piece of my life.

If I hadn't trusted my intuition on pursuing this place, if Adrienne hadn't taken the time to take photos, do walk-thru's and put a deposit down for this place, if ... If just one of those things hadn't happened, I would have ended up with one of the other rentals scribbled down in a notebook I just found tonight from my housing search and I would have experience an entirely different set of life experiences.

A Trip Down Memory Lane





October 21, 2009

I can hardly believe October is nearing an end. I am blessed with the plethora of people who have visited me in Portland and am still brimming with memories. More later!

Story of the Day...



“It’s our turn to help the world.”

In 2004, Wangari Maathai was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for her work in
organizing The Greenbelt Movement which had planted over thirty million trees in
Kenya and east Africa. Wangari was a biology professor at the University of
Nairobi in Kenya. In a meeting with other Kenyan women, she learned that the
fertile and forested land of her youth had been devastated. All the trees had
been cut down for coffee and tea plantations. Local women now had to walk
miles for firewood, and the water had become polluted with chemicals and runoffs
from the plantations.

She knew that the solution to the plight of these women was to plant trees, to
reforest the land. So she and a few women decided to begin immediately. They
went to a large park in Nairobi and planted seven trees. However, five of these
trees died. (The two that survived are still there today.) Their initial success rate
was 28.5%, discouraging by anybody’s standards. But they didn’t give up. They
learned from that experience and the women carried their learnings back to their
villages. Gradually, they became skilled at planting trees. Other villages saw
what they were doing and, over time, a large network of villages became
engaged in tree planting. In less than 30 years, thirty million trees were
flourishing in 600 communities, in 20 nations. Villages now have clean water,
shade and local firewood, improved health and community vitality.
What if they had given up when the first five trees died? What if they had walked
away and left it to the government or the U.N. to plant trees?
And yet, how is it possible to go from two trees to 30 million trees in just 27
years? Or, to go from a mere dozen men to 9 million people acting as one
unified body in just a few weeks, as happened with the Polish Solidarity
Movement? This exponential growth is one gift of living in a network of
relationships. If the issue is meaningful, people pay attention, see its value, and
begin to talk to others. Such passion moves like wildfire through our networks
and communities. Suddenly, we’ve reached millions of people and created largescale
change. And it’s always true that these large powerful changes begin with
only a few people who decide to help.

Squeaky Wheel Gets the Grease







April 2009

I had plans with a friend that got canceled tonight and that left me the other plan that was waiting in the wings. My friend and neighbor Martha had asked me the evening before if I would like to learn how to fix a flat tire. I had been itching to get the bike basics pinned down for some time, and I mean basics (i.e. putting air in a tire!) so I was really excited to be invited along. Martha's co-worker, Carol and her partner run a small side business empowering women around their bikes and that's who would be showing us the ropes. They live in an adorable house in Westmoreland/Sellwood, a city that brings a settled energy with it. They use their garage as a bike-fixing garage.

Carol and her partner used role play to teach us. We joked that if you look miserable enough here in Portland that someone will stop and help. Then I practiced my damsel-in-distress act! I gave Martha the nickname "Smudge" as her head was adorned with a gigantic smudge from the grease (see attached).

One Year in Portland....today!

These are all memories, experiences, things unique to Portland from the last year...April 7, 2008-April 7, 2009...

Having gas pumped for me and still feeling like a spoiled brat when it happens. Dialing 503 to make a local call. Timber's games. Cousins Avie and Adrienne. Distinctly fresh air. Food Front Co-op. Good bars from Martha. Lower Macleay Trail. Oregon Grape. Willamette River. Columbia River. Working at the farmer's market. Sustainable food. Wine. Microbrew. Industrial. Edge. Funky. Community and neighborhood based. Oregon coast. Burgerville. "Keep Portland Weird." Thriving social life. Visage Gallery. Macleay Gardens - best neighbors ever. Forest Park. Cutest streetcar. "Spendy." Bioregionalism. Cutthroat Trout. Salmon. Garden space. Weekly soccer. Portland Art Museum. Approachable. Public transit. Bike as a gift. Walking everywhere. Charlie coming out of his shell. Me coming out of mine. Neighbor gatherings. Hannukah with the neighbors. Laurelhurst Park. Lompoc. Pyramid Breweries. Astoria. Multnomah Falls. Angel's Rest. Balch Creek. The Gorge. Crushes. Neighborhood walks. Blossoming Lotus. Bella Faccia. Alberta Street House Pub. Bye and Bye bar. Jimmy Mac jazz. Artic Blast 2008. Clinton Street. Anna's Project Chaboo. Getting locked out of my apartment and climbing through a window. Bernie unlocking my door with a credit card. Creating a community listserve. Anna's Bananas coffeehouse with Eric. Rabbis Gone Wild. Sarah moving me in. Urban Jews. Who knew? Hoyt Arboretum. Japanese Garden. Chinese Garden. NWEI staff retreat. Secret Snowflake. Paperless Billing Movie Making. Screenwriting class. Massage class. Coming out. Someday Lounge. Quarter-in-the-butt game. Hopworks Organic beer. Lucky Lab. Scrabble. Organic Beer Festival. Visits from friends: mom, Marina, Hava, Dan, Cori, Liberty and Chris, Will, Barb, Magda, Zoe. Art piece debut at Visage Gallery. Seattle roadtrip. Sex in the City. L Word. Voodoo Donuts. Scrabble with Eric at Palio's. Backgamon at Tea Chai Te with Will. Ladd's Addition walks. Stepping Stone Diner. #59 at E-San. The Clearing Cafe. Board game nights at Amy and Darren's and Rakestraw's. Powell's. Tennis and walking buddy, Nancy. 4Love calls. Calling in the One. Applying for countless jobs. Mopping floors. Unemployment benefits. Dog sitting. Springhill Organic Farm. Meeting Martha's brother and mother. Sandy River. Washougal River. Tao of tea. Snail mail from friends. Shabbat dinners. Student for the day at OCOM and NCNM. 33 redefined as sexy. Tour de Organics 35 mile bike ride. Dancing at Nia HQ. Leave No Plastic Behind art collective. Vaux Swifts at Wallace Park. SW Hills walks. Laurelhurst park. Rerun. Oba and Crush exhibit. Singing in the rain. Rain. Thunder. Doug Fir Lounge and Obama's election night. Vegan mini mall. Cedars. Firs. Hemlocks. Bluberry picking. Soup party at Anna and Ruby's. Bartending a wedding. Butt Ugly campaign takes root. Halloween at Heckscher's and Cingel's. Cockatiel Party. Kevin Monahan letter of closure. John's chorale at St John's. Hotlips. Sauvie Island. Oaks Bottom Refuge. Tryon Creek State Park. Conducting interviews for my book. Audubon Society. Soup Cycle. Voluntary Simplicity and Sense of Place. Yoga Bhoga and Root Whole Body. Eco-friendly Mint Dental. Finding and liking a naturopath. Pivotal walk in Forest Park walk with Zoe.

Here's to hundreds and hundreds memories!

SOHO's Best Ever...Sullivan's Pizza





Oregon Coast Outing #2







Zoe and me at the Rakestraw's (it has been a couple years since we've taken a photo together) and more photos of the Oregon Coast. My favorite is the one of Zoe and I on the beach and the drift wood...you can see us at specs in this photo if you take a close look. I'm on the far right and she's on the far left...

Oregon Coast Outing







February 8, 2009

This is one of the biggest influences of my life, my dear friend Zoe....attempting to befriend Charlie...Kate, Marsha and me at the trailhead, me, me and me~!


Memorable conversations of the day included to shave or not and why, to thrift or purchase new and why, and extramarital affairs (not having them but our thoughts of them).

Middle-of-the-Day Staff Retreats





January 16, 2009

When I realized just how much of my time would be spent behind a computer screen, I started to crave the outdoors even more. So much of the impact of the work we do to protect our precious planet at the NW Earth Institute is so very far removed from the work we do on a daily basis...indoors, in concrete buildings, in an urban setting, behind computer screens. It can all feel so artificial and inconsistent. I have to make a conscious effort to remember what it is I'm doing and for what. Otherwise, it can seem indistinguishable from any other 9-5 job.

Thank goodness for an incredible understanding and open Executive Director. I ran an idea by him that he quickly responded to. I asked him if I could organize quarterly outings, some of which could happen in the middle of the day.

here is our staff at Forest Park, Lower Macleay Trail...a lovely walk in the middle of a work day! Top photo from Left to Right: Monica, our sweet bookkeeper, Sarah, our latest staffer and bright light, Me, Kerry, our fun Development Director and Chris, our contemplative and generous spirit Jesuit Volunteer Corp. member.

Second photo: picnic - Nina, our quirky intern in the background!

Third photo: Kate, our dedicated, and bright Volunteer and Community Coordinator Sarah and Deb, our beloved kindred spirit who we all miss terribly (she moved back to Colorado and will be giving birth to her first baby this summer).