Sometimes I accept an invitation into someone else's world entirely.
Somewhere near the corner of Higgins and Main- A street party.
To meet folks who have been friends for a long time.
And to feel almost entirely welcome there.
In this place where I really don't speak the language.
But we were welcome there- For sure the farmer sausage burgers were welcome there.
So they waited there in the line.
While the kids got their faces painted.
It was about twenty-eight degrees, and on the concrete pavement of the street.
I don't want to be that white person who shows up on the street once a year and pretends to know stuff. So, risking that, here's what I think I learned today:
"Homeless people" don't always look at all like homeless people.
Put some music on, and people just want to dance.
There is a strong sense of community.
People are all kinds of beautiful and diverse.
Everyone loves a little tap dance.
Strength and resilience takes different forms.
It was an honor to be welcomed near Higgins and Main.
I can't even describe it.
Because, sometimes I run right out of words.