Greenpeace at the St Johns Bridge…

Well I guess after my last couple of posts, and now adding this one, I will come across as feeling somewhat political lately. Maybe I am, or maybe it’s just been a coincidental bunch of things happening one after another. Either way, yesterday morning at 3:00am thirteen Greenpeace activists suspended themselves from the St Johns bridge to block a ship heading out to the Arctic to drill for oil. Late in the afternoon the kids and I managed to walk down to check out the protest. Wow, I have to say it is an impressive feat. We went back again this evening and there were loads more people out watching the spectacle and supporting this dangling human barricade. 

green peace in portland

st johns bridge
I hope it works!
                                                                                                        ~ Marica

Pie and Capitalism

We finally got some rain… Whew…  And then I look at the weather and see Wednesday and Thursday are to hit the high nineties. What is going on? Come on dear planet, can we coax you just a bit into milder weather…?
Lately I have been struggling with the awkward chink of capitalism in a very visible, controlled environment. Having a food truck has been the most glorious ride. We coast through experiences and the sharp curves of learning at a very hippity-hop pace. Right now we are realizing the sour truth of how many landlords/owners truly count dollars before and above the flow of good camaraderie. It is disheartening. But, I don’t think pie will ever be a sorry sight, so here is a picture of why we all bother to do what we do… Pie.
                                                                                                       ~ Marica

Why nine-year-olds should be part of making the decisions on how to run a country…

I just had the most amazing conversation in the car with my nine-year-old son. He has talked a lot about homelessness lately, and fairness in general. So out of the blue, as we are speeding along to go pick up his friend, he says:
      “I think everybody should have the same amount of money. If there are rich people they should have to give the government some of their money and then it should go to poor people.”
I responded something along the lines of:
 “That is a really good thought.” Not wanting to crush the incredible ideal that is so alive in this idea.
He then goes on to say:
      “If I was rich I would give my money away to poor people and then I wouldn’t be rich anymore. Well I would give half of my money away.”
A minute later he says:
         “There is probably someone sleeping on the sidewalk right now, right this minute. I feel really bad for homeless people.”
We drive on and he says:
“Look there are pillows and a blanket. Look out there. That’s so funny I just said there is probably someone sleeping on the sidewalk right now!”
Pause and then:
        “But I feel good for homeless people who live in Alaska.”
“Why?” I ask.
         “Because, they could build themselves igloos, and in the summer it is warm. I feel good for them.”
We finally get to his friend’s house and are parking.
“The president should make it so there are no poor people.”
“That would be wonderful.” I say, “Unfortunately there isn’t a simple solution.” 
Come on folks in office, lets hear from our children, lets remember we are all living-beings on this massive, swirling orb. Time to stop thinking one person is more important than another.
                                                Hope everyone is enjoying their Tuesday!

                                                                        ~ Marica

Summer Days…

I have a feeling a big house organization might be needing to take place in the next few days. You know how sometimes you feel that feeling and it’s just simmering in the background and then all of a sudden you know it’s going to push its way forward all the way through to the most important thing right here, right now. Of course there are other things that need to be done too. I need to finish a painting to complete a book. I need to make fliers for my food truck, and spend some time just relaxing and catching up on good old-fashioned rest. Well cheers to all the plans we have in our heads before they actually get done. Cheers to getting things done. And cheers to not getting anything done at all except for lazing by the river and napping in the sand. Maybe a combo?

How are you spending your summer days?

                                                     Happy Summer ~