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Community Potluck Postponed
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The Community Potluck which had been scheduled for this Saturday, June 7th at the studio has been postponed due to illness. We'll be sending out an new date soon.
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Braided Bridge / HomeBridge Connect participated in the Wood St. Resource Fair last Friday. Above, Michelle pedals a bicycle to power a blender for smoothies at the Food Not Bombs table. Center, Barbara brought clothing donations to share. Right, Michelle made handmade paper on site in memorial to people who have lost their lives while living on the street. More photos can be seen on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/braidedbridge?igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==
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Active Love: A Change in Operating System
Don’t Do This Alone, Join Together, Confess
(...continued) Because of the dangers along the path, we need to walk each other home. Practice active love with others. You may think you don’t know any others. But if you begin, and keep your eyes, ears, and heart open as you go, you will find people whose words, actions, and energy resonate. When you find them, walk together as much as you’re able. As you move further, your life will begin to change as your relationship, actions, and choices change.
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Join with the communities you feel moved to work and be with. Join the movements that draw you. Join the different people and groups together who seem synergistic. Be a bridge across separations. Sew tears in the fabric together. These things will not happen without heartache, stress, conflict, shame and fear. It’s likely you’ll be challenged in all ways – physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. You will need to name these challenges as they happen, to bear witness to your own journey, to put aside pride and move with more simplicity and ease, to offer your life. This can be some of the most difficult work, sometimes the most frightening, but also the gentlest and the most supportive.
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Discharged from the Hospital on a Cold, Wet Morning
On a cold, wet morning in the winter of 2019, I was talking with another parishioner in a Catholic church following daily mass. A man came in, shaking and crying, pleading for help. He had been in the hospital nearby for hernia surgery, and was discharged shortly after the operation. He had nowhere to go, and when he returned to where he had left his belongings before going into the hospital, they were gone. He had no coat, no shelter of any kind, no survival supplies, no belongings, and he was shivering.
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We spoke with him for a while, and learned that he had been a roofer who had developed epilepsy. He’d had seizures while roofing, and survived the dangerous situation, but subsequently lost his job. Because of the seizures, he also couldn’t find other work and so, shortly after, he lost his housing. We took him to the rectory, where he was connected with a parish charity, who paid for two nights in a hotel. After that, he was on his own again. I asked on a few occasions, but didn’t find anyone who knew what became of him.
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