Maybe one day I can escape

July 5, 2006

I had a voice mail on Monday I didn't hear until Thursday from J who works in a literacy program near home I unsuccessfully applied to direct, maybe 3 or 4 years ago...Hard to remember exactly when. Asking me to do a yoga workshop and sit down with them to meet to maybe fundraise to start some kind of community arts, writing, yoga, peer counseling, health literacy...rational job.

Maybe one day I can escape!

I'm on the phone with J and I get a call from R, from work, to tell me about more distress cesspool stuff at my job.

All of this while I'm wanting to write, trying to write, actually writing.

What's good here is my mind is much more flexible. I can field two work related calls at once, while working on Personal Ethnography and taking a walk to get kitty litter and to find second hand linen blouses at the used clothes store.

It's good that J remembers me. I met her when she was starting in the field and she visited my literacy program at the settlement house in the lower east side. And I did workshops for free for her program or 5 years ago when I was trying to do community arts, during that window of free attention that followed the Wide World Change Workshop (When exactly was that?). And even though that goal resorped, was obscured by distress and oppression, J remembers it, remembers me in that way..

Who knows, maybe something good can come of this.