Portland, Oregon
So as an answer to the implicit question of... is Portland really all that? I would have to say, that the state of things is that, it could be, meaning: when here i am reminded of and inspired by all the creative possibilities my life could develop into and lightness of spirit i can encourage and enjoy, not that this can be true here and only here, just that there seems fertile ground here and an invitation of an empty, large canvas, and a palette full of color ready at hand.
and as an answer to my internal dilemma of what it means to build community and the controversy of Grow where you're planted vs. finding your joy in Mecca... i think... it's good to build community, where you are and choose to be, whether it's where you are from, or where you are not yet from. People here are building community, and seeking out like minds with which to collaborate is what that looks like in your town or nationally. So i feel i mustn't judge, or imagine myself to know what i apparently do not.
maybe i'll write about what my time here has been like and done for me, and really i feel like that would be writing about what notions i've been letting go of and what freedoms come in their absence.
also, a shout out to my homies in the city of roses, whose love i have been lucky to have shared and who have affected my life in ways i am simply, humbly, grateful for. you are the petals pressed in my memories of another place i can call home.
and as an answer to my internal dilemma of what it means to build community and the controversy of Grow where you're planted vs. finding your joy in Mecca... i think... it's good to build community, where you are and choose to be, whether it's where you are from, or where you are not yet from. People here are building community, and seeking out like minds with which to collaborate is what that looks like in your town or nationally. So i feel i mustn't judge, or imagine myself to know what i apparently do not.
maybe i'll write about what my time here has been like and done for me, and really i feel like that would be writing about what notions i've been letting go of and what freedoms come in their absence.
also, a shout out to my homies in the city of roses, whose love i have been lucky to have shared and who have affected my life in ways i am simply, humbly, grateful for. you are the petals pressed in my memories of another place i can call home.