|At the May Day Protest. Down with the 1% Man!|
I saw another version of this when I visited La Tierra, a commune in Sebastopol, north of San Francisco. A friend had grown up there and she invited me to their May festival, where we (no one will be surprised by this): pot-lucked, played music, danced wildly and wove colourful ribbons around the Maypole. I also got to learn about the history of the commune, how people who lived there have developed "chosen" family members that, while not related to them by blood, are extremely important to them, and how people learned to communicate with each other and problem-solve. It's really quite brilliant - the relationships these people have with each other are WAY healthier than almost any others I've heard of.
|At an "energizer station" with my new bike to work day bag in the Presidio, SF|
|My friend Alana and I with our fabulous new hairstyles|