There was no treatment, no talk of trauma or using, just laughing and imagining. Just people. Just a community.
Stories recounting the less-discussed beauty in folks from the street and the struggle for social justice.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Simple day
Yesterday was a peaceful day. I took a puzzle to the dining room and began working on it, inviting others to participate. One man joined me, new to our program, newly homeless, and we talked and cracked jokes about his current circumstances. Next to us was a small group of people who like to draw. They had pulled out the Center's supply of colored pencils and paints, and were discussing color schemes and creating different pictures. At the next table over, another small circle sat drinking coffee together, telling jokes and tall tales.
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