Happy Stewards Of Creation Day
Yesterday, Eoghan and I went for a ride around town. Stopping first at the Saturday Market underneath the Burnside Bridge, we looked at some of the booths–all stuff sold by the people who make it. Art, jewelry, sandals, T-shirts, gyros…
After catching the scent of the food carts we sat down by the fountain and shared some mediterranean goodness with one another. As we finished the last bites of the gyro the rain started falling. Looking up, there was a massive cloud that had blown over Forest Park and was now right on top of downtown, and us. We walked back to the bike and started packing our stuff. Cortnie called us and said it was pouring rain over at Zupans and that we better find some cover.
So I finished packing Eoghan into the trailer and we headed across the Steel Bridge and by the time we made it to the other side of the river the cloud had passed and it was now bright and sunny over downtown and the white tents at the Saturday Market where we’d just been were now gleaming in the midday sun. Only in the Northwest, I love it.
Eoghan and I took to the quiet residential streets and rode our way over to Washington High School where there was an event called “Re-Seeding Our World”, something that an organization called City Repair has been organizing for 11 years. They hosted musicians, panda costumes, and Voodoo Doughnuts, as well as the many booths which they described as “an educational smorgasbord for those in attendance at Earth Day and a great opportunity for public exposure for local sustainable businesses and non profit organizations working to make the world a better place.”
Eoghan and I had so much fun just hanging out with so many different kinds of folk, all interested in being good stewards with what’s been given to us by the Creator, and finding progress and common solutions from within the local community. And this event proved that we can have a little fun along the way.
By the end of the day, everyone was dancing…it didn’t matter how old you were, or what the person next to you looked like…you couldn’t help but dance. Pretty awesome, if you ask me. There was an old red fire engine parked near the field that is used by MarchFourth Marching Band, and as they played their music and led us into dancing the fire engine became a jungle gym for children who climbed on top and sat, and played, and turn the old knobs, and pretended it was a spaceship, or that it was a panda birthing laboratory.
I think Eoghan was as sad to leave that scene as I was. As we rode back down the hill toward the river and the Steel Bridge I kept singing the melodies from earlier that day, eventually segwaying to “No Other Way” by Jack.
A good ride.
[andy]
