I am thankful that the cold of April and May is behind us. Summer was just waiting for the 21ˢᵗ to make it official.
FROM THE SEATTLE TIMES
“IT PROBABLY SHOULDN’T come as a surprise that Ella Shepard Bush got lost in the fogs of art history. The same has happened to many other women artists, before and since. But in her day, Miss Bush — as she was always known — was at the heart of Seattle’s budding art scene.”
Pre-pandemic, more buses rolled through Seattle’s Third Avenue than any other street in North America. The busy transit corridor has deteriorated greatly during the pandemic. There has been a spike in violence dramatic enough to shut down the Third and Pike bus stop. The city recently launched “Operation New Day” to crack down on crime and boost public safety. Can the mayor’s plan restore vibrancy to downtown? What do you think?
(Please note that this information has been compiled from Seattle Channel sources.)
Pallet is a social purpose company on a mission to build equal opportunity access to housing and employment. Elevating the voices of people with lived experience with homelessness, recovery, and incarceration is integral to Pallet’s mission. In addition to telling the personal stories of their team and people living in Pallet shelter villages, they aim to raise the voices of system-impacted and marginalized persons everywhere.
Pallet has teamed up with Path with Art to support and amplify the voices of some of our participant artists with lived experience of homelessness. Check out this beautiful poem from PWA Ambassador Pam Winter, below. You can read the full interview with Pam on Pallet’s blog, and also check out the poetry and interview of PWA Ambassador & Blog Editor Aaron Hill!
We are All Here
by Pam Winter
We live in tent cities behind nylon walls, huddled in wool blankets in doorways of neglect.
We live in secured high-rises casting shadows below, houses flooded with desire, homes gated in fear.
We live with slumlords and in public housing too.
We live alone in our minds, wandering along pathways edged by open chains.
We work for corporate greed,
We dumpster dive for food,
We work for non-profits to build a better world,
We ask for spare change, sometimes shoot-up to heal a gaping wound.
We are honest laborers, the shrunken middle class,
We do not ask for handouts, but will reach for a helping hand.
We race upstairs chasing freedom and we lounge on city streets,
We stand in long lines at food banks, waiting for leftovers we can’t afford,
We walk in parks and shop behind gilded walls.
Sometimes we steal in the night, while white collars take in the light to line their coffers gold.
Sometimes life feels darker than the backside of the moon;
we watch her catch her breath
as she rushes to soften the edges of what we call urban blight.
Sometimes we feel the ecstasy of unity, especially on nights like tonight.
We are a city on shifting tectonic plates, frayed at the edges,
clothed in attitudes of love and dismay.
We are a city of others, separate and near.
We are teachers and students alike, but webs twist around our minds, our lives,
isolating us from those who look and think more different than we’d like.
We are all here, polarized by red and blue fear.
We must break down the walls,
Step out of the shadow of Them, Other, They.
We must hold our sister’s gaze, grasp our brother’s hand.
Link our minds to overcome judgments about what we think is right.
We are all here; the me in them.
The drum beat of our city, the heartbeat of Seattle,
the energy that makes our diversity vibrate with rhythm that unites.
We are All here and we’re not going anywhere.
HOW DO YOU BEAT THE HEAT?
This is nuts. I am not looking forward to this. I can handle 75°, but anything above that is too much for me. My body prefers cooler weather. Any ideas to beat the heat? What do you do? I may go wading in Puget Sound or the Sammamish River.