Faerie Scavenger

 

This trash faerie just got scavenging rights at the waste transfer station!!! 🙂 After earning my hours volunteering with Re-Claim it! I have the opportunity to glean things from the huge piles of trash from the metro waste transfer station. With a team of people we go to the “shore” of the trash mounds and we are allowed to grab anything within reach without climbing. We glean every weekend and then load everything inside of a uhaul and take it back to the store to be cleaned/fixed and put on the storefront floor.

Since Re-Claim it! began in 2014 it has gleaned over 100,000 pounds of reusable materials from the “dump”! I am so stoked to have the chance to volunteer with them and get a glimpse at all the incredible things people throw away!

So many things are thrown away that can be reused. These materials can be used to do good things…Like building tiny houses for the houseless community!

Last week was the unveiling of 14 tiny houses that were part of the Partners on Dwelling initiative to create villages for the houseless community.  I helped build and paint the two tiny houses created by  City Repair and Communitecture. While it was chilly in the warehouse it was so fun working on this project and connecting with everyone involved. The completed tiny houses were shown in a parking lot at PNCA downtown and will be taken to some land in the city to create a village for single women in the houseless community. Check out the full story on the Communitecture blog! 

There are over 4,000 houseless folks in the city of Portland. Here is a short documentary entitled “On the Ground” put out by the wonderful non-profit Sister of the Road about the houseless community in Portland.


<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/197207122″>On the Ground Trailer</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/sistersoftheroad”>Sisters Of The Road</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

 

Happy Solstice and Merry New Year to all my lovely friends! Check out this link to learn about the Sami people of Norway and their traditional celebrations for this time of  year.

January 1 marks the official day for me of being motorized vehicle free for an entire year!! ❤ Grateful for all that this year has brought me. ❤

XO sarah b

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RISE

This past week has been wonderful! I have been working on building and painting tiny homes for houseless folks to live in.

Over a dozen sleeping pods (shelters no more than 8′ x 12′) are being built through early December to prototype light, cheap, and quick to build shelter to support houseless communities.

The designs are inspired from an earlier community forum lead by houseless community leaders and villages with support from advocacy organizations, all within the network of the Village Coalition. The sleeping pods being built have been designed by architects, designers, and activists from around Portland and facilitated by the Partners On Dwelling (POD) initiative.  I am working on the two tiny homes being built with City Repair and Communitecture which are both being build out of reclaimed materials, mostly old doors from the re-building center. These two sleeping pods show how we can house people for almost no money using our large waste stream for materials.

The build will finish early December for a display on the 9th,10th, and 11th, and afterward the sleeping pods will go to folks in need.

On this day last Thursday my mama and I met at the standing rock solidarity rally at Pioneer square. I love this place and feel inspired in knowing it used to be a parking lot until 1984 when it was transformed into the first public gathering place in downtown Portland. The creation of Pioneer square is revolutionary and we need more radical, beautiful places where we can come together and plan actions for the unfolding revolution.

Here is a poem I wrote thinking about all of this…

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Settler traditions and pies.

Remember, Remember Native peoples cries.

The cries that are still sounding today.

As militarized police use rubber bullets, water cannons and pepper spray.

On peaceful, unarmed water protectors.

Standing their ground to petroleum prospectors.

Defending the sacred for future generations.

United in prayer with hundreds of sovereign nations.

There people have been on this land for thousands of years.

Their history purposely forgotten due to government fears.

Of people remembering that this Earth is our home.

No matter how far we or our ancestors roam.  

We all depend on clean water, air and soil.

We all know that the destroyer of these is oil.

So what is it going to take for us to stop feeding this bloated black snake?

How much longer until all of us are awake?

We are brainwashed to celebrate and believe in a false foundation

That this day is about family and a country built on good relation

Our country was built on slavery and genocide.

Our country was built on lies and maintaining a constant divide.

Separating, brutalizing and specializing our very mentalities.

Divide and conquer so we don’t see our human commonalities.

In reality this day is one of mourning

A day to buy nothing and send out a warning

To stop fattening the pockets of the corporate elite.

To focus on making sure everyone has enough to eat.

No thanks to the media blackout.

No thanks to the brainwashing in schools.

No thanks to the capitalist system.

No thanks to these unjust rules.

No giving into colonial isolation.

No giving into the corporate consumer fixation.

Building new pipeline infrastructure is the root of our collective devastation.

How do we stop this and end all land privatization?

How do we shift from a place of just trying to survive?

To recognizing beauty and gratitude for all that is alive?

The revolution is unfolding in front of our eyes.

Do we stop and listen to the stories of those who are wise?

Or do we keep chasing the illusive corporate prize?

Do we learn the history and become powerful allies?

Or do we run blind and meet our inevitable demise?

It is up to all of us to remember.

What is really being celebrated in late November.

Remember, Remember these government lies.

Remember, Remember its our time to RISE.

  xoxo SB 

Here is a picture of me at my preschool, Helen Gordon dt Portland. I think all of us are naturally born leaders and the system tries to beat our confidence out of us. Lets show them.

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Leap of grace

Thinking a lot lately of the Hindu monkey god Hanuman. Legend has it that Hanuman took a courageous leap, doing the splits over the ocean to rescue Sita, the beloved of Rama, to whom Hanuman was entirely devoted. (Also interpreted as uniting the physical with the metaphysical.) Hanuman took one look at the span across which he had to cross, thinking something along the lines of, “there’s no way I can do that!” Who hasn’t thought that same thing when faced with a monumental challenge??
Through love, devotion and selfless service he shows us we can grow through life’s seemingly insurmountable challenges. This pose (named after Lord Hanuman) is often called the “leap of grace”.

Yoga feels like a great analogy for creating a more beautiful future. In order to open my physical body I have to practice patience and persistence. In order to match our dream world with our physical reality we need to maintain constant pressure and commit ourselves to doing the work.

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I often feel overwhelmed and unsure what actions to take to change our suppressive system of injustice and inequality…But I am fully dedicated to flowing in a path of service and doing whatever I can to make the world a more healthy and just place for everyone. I am privileged AF and want to use my time on this Earth to empower and lift those around me up.

“Everybody can be great…because anybody can serve. You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

“You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
― R. Buckminster Fuller

“Silence becomes cowardice when occasion demands speaking out the whole truth and acting accordingly.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“What is power, after all? Every one of the power elite’s overwhelming advantages—military forces, surveillance systems, crowd control technology, control over the media, and nearly all the money in the world—depends on having people obeying orders and executing an assigned role. This obedience is a matter of shared ideologies, institutional culture, and the legitimacy of the systems in which we play roles. Legitimacy is a matter of collective perception, and we have the power to change people’s perceptions.”
― Charles Eisenstein, The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible

 

PS I love YOU.

 

Know your Roots to Grow your Future

I started taking an urban permaculture design course learning about blending the whole system design methods of permaculture with the urban reclamation techniques of block repair, we explore opportunities to reclaim the commons, activate underutilized spaces, integrate water management and energy systems, take down fences, create vibrant perennial food systems, localize our economic relations and work well together in groups.

I hope this course prepares me to be a better activist to stand up and change the crazy system we all live in. Like slavery… which was never really abolished…it was amended and is happening right NOW with the facade of the “criminal” “justice” system.

This movie should be a requirement for every human especially Americans. Streaming on netflix. Please watch.
We need to do more than share this information on facebook, twitter and instagram… How can we step up and take down this patriarchal corporate white supremacist colonial system?!?!??

 

 

 

Remembering my witchy roots and that I am indigenous to this Earth. My white skin and blonde hair are telling of my European roots and my pagan ancestry. This is my favorite historical documentary about my people the “Women and Spirituality” series linked below. We were one of the first peoples to be colonized by the Roman church and because of this so many people have forgotten our own spiritual roots to this planet.

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xo Sarah B

 

Water is Life

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The straight lines of the patriarchy overlap the curves of goddess sky. Both contain real power. Both can make us cry. Tears of joy or sorrow. One is a gift and the other we buy. 🌾#powerlies

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Two of our country’s biggest issues, racism and climate change, have collided on a North Dakota reservation.

Gathering at Sacred Stone Camp at the Standing Rock reservation to protect the sacred waters of the Missouri River. Its crazy to me that we are still building oil infrastructure in this country. Can we divest already?! and protect our shared resource and right for clean water everwhere!!  Check this link to find out more and get involved! Water is LIFE!

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This is one of my favorite films from a few years ago. The globalized colonial capitalist system has been and still is destroying communities and sacred water all of the world… How do we band together and take down this system once and for all?!?!?!?!?!?!

A quote from the movie:

“They sell our rivers against our will.
They sell our wells, our lakes…
and even the rain
that falls on our heads!
By law!
Friends, it’s incredible!
They don’t allow us to collect
the water that falls from the rain,
by law!
And who takes even the rain?
A company whose owners
are in London and California.
Friends, what are they
going to steal next?
The vapor from our breath?
The sweat from our brow?
All they’ll get from me is piss!”

Getting creative with crocheting spider webs, lace patches, flowers and herbs! So happy to live in Portland and close with my mama again. Life is faerie magical ❤

Volunteering at Re-claim it! the place that gleans from the waste transfer station, fixes things up and then sells them at a shop in North Portland. Also volunteering with City repair working on the new headquarters! Looking forward to moving in there by the spring time.

Below is my latest poem..thinking about the patriarchy…

 

I would not like to see you fall.

I would not like that, not at all.

I would like to feel you root.

Down through the pavement, now that would be cute.

Like a child in mamas womb.

Embraced and held in a cozy room.

Warm and watery, dark and deep.

A place where we grown and steep.

Into ourselves and spirit within.

Balanced and true we feel our kin-.

nection with all energy and life.

Gracefully transforming inside your wife.,

son, father, sister and brother.

With presence and intention we honor our mother.

For holding us with such care and sweetness.

Sharing her gifts and showing us deepness.

Flowing in gratitude we receive with reciprocity.

Living on this land with gentle curiosity.

Breathing into our bodies that mama made whole.

With strength and flexibility following our goal.

Of living true to ourselves and opening new ways.

Of knowing and remembering everything is a phase.

Like a wave cresting and covering in sweet embrace.

Earthly communication slowly lifting her veiled lace.

Composting energy and releasing into the unknown.

Celebrating and thanking all that is shown.

 

xo

Sarah B

To some they see an open road

Biked to the gorge with my best gal Mossy pants this month. We stayed one night at Dancing Roots Farm  and the other at our friends on the Washington side of the river. We had a great time and It was wonderful sharing a mini bike tour with a friend! 🙂 Got back to help City Repair in the large transition of remodeling our new head quarters and give away free tea from the T- Horse downtown.

Below the pictures is my latest poem.

 

To some they an open road.

Of freedom and adventure, a traveling mode.

Common, busy, public spaces.

Where people travel of different genders, classes and races.

Reflective of what is valued in our culture.

An up-kept, paved and toxic sculpture.

Maintained for cars and mass transportation.

Feeding oil wars and gridded isolation.

Bicyclists are to stay off to the side.

On the broken glass, dirt and rocks where they ride.

The cars whizz by dangerously close.

While the cyclists inhale a smokey dose.

Of petro-exhast and insults to get out of the way.

But “the bicycle infrastructure is great!” So they say.

That’s when I realize this story parallels.

So many others our society tells.

My story of being young, blonde and white.

I have rode my life like a car without fright.

On roads paved of privilege and ease.

Driving my vehicle where I please.

Our culture in in denial of our collective story of separation.

Posting signs to “share the road” and ignoring the real foundation.

Of the suppressive system of injustice and inequality.

I feel overwhelmed and unsure how to change this reality.

I want to knock down the patriarchal corporate ladder.

I want to stand together and chant Black Lives Matter.

 

xo

Sarah B

Remember, Remember the fourth of the Lie

July was a wonderful month! Volunteered with City Repair’s Branch Crew building faerie portals in the woods for Pickathon Festival. Crafted on some embroidery, skated around town, started reading some good books and kinnected with my witchy sisters creating elderberry syrup and gleaning from the abundance of fruit trees through out the city.

Below is my latest poem I wrote on July 4th, thinking about the crazy idea that we celebrate war, our capitalist society and the new age culture vultures…

Settler traditions & pie.

Remember, remember the fourth of the lie.

The one saying all people are free.

But not in this debt slave economy.

Remove the gaze from our navels.

Remove the working class labels.

Release the fear of missing out.

Release, let go, scream & shout.

At the system that profits at our expence.

At the system that resembles a chain link fence.

Fast, easy, ugly & cheap.

Built to isolate the brainwashed sheep.

Bowing to private ownership and freedom to abuse.

Making it seem like we are able to choose.

A life of beauty or sad direction.

The illusion of freedom of expression.

Most disoriented from overwhelming suppression.

Working for poverty & missing (kin)nection.

We all want to feel like we belong.

So some travel, give aid & sing the song.

Of community togetherness and happily ever after.

And some sit depressed awaiting the rapture.

Some gnaw down festival baloney.

Giving energy to shows capitalizing on ceremony.

Consuming experiences & jet setting the globe.

Name dropping & adding to their spiritual wardrobe.

Living like a transient sucking energy out.

Of homes & communities feeding patriarchal clout.

The revolution does not happen from being cool.

Gaining followers, money or getting programmed at school.

The revolution begins when we no longer longer roam.

When we find a place to call our home.

A place that makes us feel alive.

A place that let’s community thrive.

A place where we gather & take action.

A place where we can gain real traction.

On taking down the colonial grid.

& Lifting the revolutionary lid.

Shifting individual ideals.

To community & neighborhood meals.

Getting our hands dirty & planting food.

Celebrating life & shifting the mood.

To sharing abundance all around.

Empowering each other & honoring the ground.

Beneath our feet we root to rise.

No longer believing the fourth of the lies. 

 

xo

Sarah B