1. new notes
if now this last week after three years is a fishbowl sand swirl I’m lost to name shapes or shadows whatever the architecture until the silt settles 2. old notes first days with L’Arche wrote in a new notebook describing Atlanta while a few coworkers and I attended a conference downtown on the top floor of the twin brown buildings before the lectures walking slowly along the perimeter of the room drawn to the large picture windows Look out across patches of skyscraper stadiums highways breaking above the carpeted floor of trees concrete covered in murals Painting of a person standing sixteen stories tall A bent pipe pierced through their chest anchored in their belly Their face and arms opened prayerfully to the sky transacting the fill of their body the speaker presenting an ideal of belonging-- the greatest risk being not diagnoses or disabilities but the isolating byproduct of methods meant to fix or quiet not support a person as they show up in the world what poses the most danger to a person’s well-being he said is disconnection I watched through the windows linking in my mind the narrow roads I couldn’t see An intricate network beneath the oaks and magnolias hot asphalt snaking around hills and apartment complexes Streets cambering like buried pipes or surfacing submarines buses and cars squeezing between parked vehicles People in shiny shoes rolling on cycles vespas and rented scooters through the green-shaded gaps |
3. recent voice memo
trying to understand more broadly what a community is—frame it as people relating with other people in a place over time eventually learning details about each other What’s really happening-- what a community is is a shared collection of stories so right now I don’t necessarily have any final L’Arche reflections as much as I have three years of little thoughts that might become stories, eventual points of connection-- and maybe that’s the gift that L’Arche has been and is for a lot of people messy anecdotes and mannerisms-- details and insights that only a specific person could tell in a particular way giving space for anyone to unfold their unique associations of smells and textures And I guess, I don’t know, for that to be possible there has to be at least a baseline of curiosity or willingness to notice who already lives here |