Tuesday is my 40th birthday. One of my dear kindred spirit friends hosted a party for me last night. Many other kindred spirit friends came despite the holiday busyness. Plus some of my kindred spirits' kindred spirits were there to celebrate with me. It was wonderful. Besides English, Hungarian, Kakchikel, Spanish, and French could be heard in my friend's home in this predominately anglo, used to be indigenous Native American, town that we live in.
I spent some time worrying that my friends weren't having fun. I got this trait from my father; but when I stepped back and experienced, I realized how blessed I was. Everyone in the room was so special to me and to the world. All of my friends care and aren't sitting back and watching. MY FRIENDS (can you sense the pride?)
write letters to the editor every month about Palestine,
work in the world of Fair Trade,
fight for women's reproductive and human rights,
live on the REZ,
spread QUEER SOUNDS through the airwaves,
build community gardens,
travel, dance, cry, weave,
wear traje despite,
No matter what they do, they all are contributing in their own way to the downfall of this
system that we live in and I love every one of them for it.
It has taken me a very long time to find community where I live, but I finally think I have. Saturday was proof. I have a community, both at work and after. Plus, I have found someone who is just plain wonderful and so completely compatible. She, of course, was there too.
If I can find this sense of peace and stability, then this world can too. It will take some work, but I am willing to do my part.