This poem was performed Wednesday night in Berkeley at a Slam Poetry event. (Click on the image to see the Video).
Every semester the Woolman campus hosts the Quaker Quarterly Meeting and many Quakers all come to stay on Woolman campus and use the cabins and classrooms for meetings and lodging. Students and interns can join, or go on a mid-semeter adventure called Staycation where we choose as a semester where to go for four days. Our semester chose to go to the Stinson Beach/Point Reyes area!
On the first day of staycation we all piled in cars and made it to our campsite and got settled in with plenty of time for a sunset beach trip and a wonderful dinner!
On the second day we started out with sleeping in (finally!) and a lazy breakfast. At around 10 o’clock am, a group left camp and went on a beautiful hike from our campsite down the mountain to Stinson beach. It was a day filled with lots of swimming in the ocean, reading and napping in the sun, exploring the small town, and long walks on the beach!
On day three we all drove down to the beach at Point Reyes and one group of students decided to stay and relax at the beach and search for tide pools, while another decided to go for a hike. The group that stayed at the beach was successful in their search for sea anemones and a relaxing day of reading and napping in the sun. The other group had an amazing time hiking the Tomales Point Trail. On the hike we saw gorgeous views as well as lots of lots of wildlife including tule elk, coyotes, falcons, and a bobcat!
After the hike we all met back up at the beach and had more time swimming and sunbathing before heading into the town of Point Reyes for dinner and ended the night with ice cream and free freshly pressed apple cider gifted to us by a 1970’s graduate of the John Woolman School!
On the final day of Staycation we all packed up camp and headed to the ocean for one last lunch on the beach, and then packed into the vans sandy, salty, tired, slightly sunburned and happy from a great vacation. On our arrival back on campus we were greeted with lots of hugs and joy from Dorothy, Gray, and other staff members!
The night of October 7th, several interns, students, and I slept out among the oaks to watch the lunar eclipse. In doing so, I was reminded of the nights we slept out during the Wilderness Trip at the beginning of the semester, and the bonds that have been made within our community. There was a sense of calm and comfort as we waited for the eclipse, but I waited restlessly, finding celestial objects with students in our telescope and talking to anyone who would listen (read: stay awake) about The Moon. In a month, we will be spending a few classes studying astronomy, learning about the universe, our place in it, and how the greater world outside our pale blue dot affects life.
"The Earth and The Moon would more accurately be called the Earth-Moon System. The Moon is astoundingly close to Earth, from a cosmological perspective, and their relative sizes are also very close.
We owe a great deal to our moon. Life on this planet would be very different, if it managed to survive at all, without The Moon. Ocean tides 'stir' the waters of the planet, creating a semi-aqueous zone around every ocean which would be the perfect place for sea life to try to come up on land. The Moon also brightens the night sky, guiding our sleep cycles and our behavioral evolution. Most importantly for us though, it serves as an asteroid catcher, instead of a single gravity well around our planet there are two of comparable size.
Earth is a perfect planet for many reasons but an important one, our moon, is often forgotten. When I see The Moon at night, I can't help but think about how critical it has been in our development. If Earth is our mother, then The Moon is undoubtedly our father.
The Moon protected Earth while it was new with early life. The Moon has countless visible scars but still keeps constant vigil over Earth and it’s inhabitants. It helped raise us, holding our hands as we learned to walk and lighting up the nights so that we could see. And just like Earth, The Moon has been a wonderful teacher. It taught us how to keep time which let us track the seasons. It helped us figure out how our solar system worked. It helped us learn about gravity. It showed us that relativity was correct, for the most part, and let us feel good about ourselves when we finally managed to say hi in person.
Finally, The Moon will give us a push as we leave home to join the rest of the solar system."
~Adapted from a quote by Content404
One December, 67 Suenos took a trip to Stockton, home of seasonal work. And those that work in the fields often make cardboard homes. The group had previously visited the forgotten city as they call it. My folks live in cardboard homes under a bridge, cold nights warmed by fire, surrounded by people with the same struggle. We were inspired by how much people made with what they have, and we came back with the idea to help out, build homes and give food and clothes. But when we finally got to the forgotten city, we were hit by their reality. Stockton police remembered the forgotten people, and a week before we arrived enforcements raided their home. There was one family that stayed behind with nowhere to go, but they were not willing to talk to us, afraid of what might happen. In Peace and Conflict Studies: An Introduction, by Ho-Won Jeong, he says,“If human beings are denied decent education, housing, opportunity to work and freedom to express themselves they become marginalized. Conditions for social fragmentation are created by a lack of equity and freedom” ( pg. 21 p5). What happened to the families in Stockton is a perfect example of both how they were treated as insignificant, and not respected enough to be given the right to build their own homes out of scratch in a country that is so rich and has enough resources for everyone yet poverty still exists. Structural violence is when certain people, genders, classes and nationalities hold more power as opposed to others, more resources and opportunities than other groups. This unequal advantage is built into the very social, political and economic systems that govern societies, states and the world. Since the system was built with the goal to keep classes and races believing that they are less than, then the system has not failed because it was never intended for us, people of color, to succeed. Hence poverty, hence the multitude of people that got stolen from their right to build their way up. You hate us in the streets but you love us when we are working for your companies.
I come from a community full of hard working people, from working early mornings to midnight shifts all to take care of bills and feed their children, East Oakland is where I reside. My community is one of the many targeted communities, from trying to pass curfew laws, to gentrifying the city that black and brown immigrants already occupy. Gentrification is a part of capitalism. Capitalism relies on some areas of the world being underdeveloped so that they can be cheaply invested in, "developed," and used to make profits. This happens across countries, within countries, across cities, and within cities. Gentrification is one way that capitalism develops “urban” areas. Capitalist landlords let certain neighborhoods get run down and refuse to do repairs. Once the neighborhood is devalued, landlords and capitalists can then invest, fix things up, and sell for a higher price. The difference between the value of a property when it's run-down and devalued and the value of a property that's re-invested in is called the "value gap." The difference between what a run down property can charge for rent and what a fixed up property can charge for rent is the "rent gap." The rent gap is what motivates landlords and capitalists to invest in run-down neighborhoods . . . the potential profit that they can get once they fix things up. In Oakland Jerry Brown, California Governor, came up with the idea that to fix violence he needed to bring in 10,000 more new residents into our city. A city that already has high incarceration rates due to “legal discrimination” – housing: rent, location, condition. Employment and education: built to keep us eating right out of their hand. Public benefits: what is that? We have none. – My community has a lot of racial profiling and targeting so many youth in school. I come from a district that uses a lot of our schools budget that should be going into our education, yet they use a lot of our funding for school police. Our youth are being targeted in and out of school. From the book The New Jim Crow, author Michelle Alexander states, “.. National Advisory Commission on Criminal Justice Standards and Goals .. No new institutions for adults should be built and existing institutions for juvenile should be closed”. In 1973, there were 350,000 people held in prisons nation wide but today there are 2 million humans incarcerated in the US alone. Over the past twenty years, the State of California has built twenty one new prisons, added thousands of cells to existing facilities, and increased its inmate population eight fold. Nonviolent offenders have been responsible for most of that increase. The number of drug offenders imprisoned in the state today is more than twice the number of inmates who were imprisoned for all crimes in 1978. California now has the biggest prison system in the Western industrialized world, a system 40 percent bigger than the Federal Bureau of Prisons. The state holds more inmates in its jails and prisons than do France, Great Britain, Germany, Japan, Singapore, and the Netherlands combined. There is overwhelming evidence institutions create crime rather then prevent it.
I am a part of a youth group called 67 Suenos, 67 came out of the 67% of the youth that weren’t going to benefit from the Dream Act, the Dream Act “This bill would provide conditional permanent residency to certain immigrants of good moral character who graduate from U.S. high schools, arrived in the United States as minors, and lived in the country continuously for at least five years prior to the bill's enactment. If they were to complete two years in the military or two years at a four-year institution of higher learning” says Wikipedia. This bill off course did not benefit more than half of our youth, they were viewed as either valedictorians or criminals, but most definitely left out the real part the human part of our undocumented youth. The ones that had to stop pursuing an education because ICE enforcements struck them with deporting a mother or a father and now our youth had to take care of siblings or even have to look for help to provide economic help, we are not criminals but we all cant get straight A’s when we have to worry where our next meals will come from, recently we found out that also from the immigration reform 67% of our undocumented families are being left out of an important conversation, our future. What 67 Suenos does is hold a safe space for youth to learn and get informed with what is happening in the real world struggles and what media is always leaving out. We hold a healing circle for our youth to talk about the things that we have to carry around, it provides us with a space to heal each other and ourselves by communicating and using medicine we call sage, sap of the tree. We go on protest to fight the many things that affects us and our communities. In a letter from a Birmingham jail, Martin Luther King says “we know through a lot of painful experiences that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed… justice too long delayed is too long denied”. And we have to fight the system and unjust laws, like closing Wells Fargo because they are the main source that is investing in the detention centers of our people, boycotting Mi Pueblo a super market that ran background checks on its workers and fired so many workers that worked there for years when the owner was once undocumented himself, protesting Pacific Steel a company that fired a lot of their workers one a week before Christmas and left them without pay. “There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope sir you understand our legitimate and unavoidable impotence,” writes Martin Luther King in A letter from a Birmingham Jail. I strongly believe in my heart that there comes a time when people get so tired of all the injustices that they see around them and just have to lash out to the main cause of their oppression, people have to wake up at some point because even sleeping beauty woke up from a spell. Oppressed people cannot remain oppressed forever.
For years my people have been taunted about what we “do not have”. Put in our faces pictures of what real beauty is, and that what we look like isn’t. Live in third world countries that have gorgeous landscapes, and yet we have been convinced that beauty is cities full of skyscrapers, city lights, and traffic. Migrated from beautiful lands full of grass and delicious crops in search of the American dream, the one that doesn’t exist. We come from humble communities full of culture and tradition, introduced to busy streets full rushing citizens. Locked into a system that doesn’t want to see us shine. Structural violence tries to keep us shut down yet we look for all ways to break free whether under the system or concrete we will break out of the oppression and set ourselves free. “Peace ultimately has to be obtained by changing social structures that are responsible for death, poverty, and malnutrition” – Martin Luther King. Change is gonna come.
With voting day just around the corner, Woolman students had a unique opportunity to engage with and critically analyze the political process in the United States. In Global Issues class, we are exploring what it means to be a "democratic" country and how democratic processes are manifested both in the US and around the world. We talk about the power behind voting in our representative democracy as well as access to voting and how different demographics of people living in the US are helped or hindered in participating in the democratic process. To our great fortune, the League of Women voters held a debate between the two congressional candidates for our district of California, Heidi Hall and Doug LaMalfa!! What better way to combing our theoretical class analysis with practical real-world happenings!
I was extremely pleased and proud of the level of engagement and excitement from the students surrounding the debate. They were wonderfully analytical of the candidates' platforms and presentations, and although our questions weren't chosen to be asked during the forum, we had an opportunity to meet the candidates afterwards and express our priorities and concerns to the prospective representatives. The topics of our inquiries to candidates ranged from marriage equality to climate change to immigration rights and more!
…. we were born right now
for a reason
we can be whatever
we give ourselves the power to be
and right now we need
give what you most deeply desire
every moment you are choosing to live
or you are waiting
why would a flower hesitate to open?
now is the only moment
rain drop let go
become the ocean
possibility is as wide
as the space
to hold it
- from Awaken by Climbing Poetree
When I think of what the community interns do here, I am reminded of this poem. Pretty soon after arriving at Woolman, I noticed that we use the verb “hold” more often and in more ways than I was used to. We don't just hold hands before each meal; we seek to hold community, hold one's truth and another's, hold a space for radical education, hold a grounded vision of the land ... And the community interns here hold a lot. Whether it's cooking for 40+ people, gardening, TAing, mentoring, meeting, learning, playing, or adventuring, the interns hold the space of possibility. And they follow through, putting in the daily effort of collapsing each chosen possibility into a dynamic physicality, emotionality, and mentality that connects light bearers to food growers to wound healers to trail blazers to truth sayers to life lovers ...
Thank you for your love and skillful magic.
Photo above of the Community Interns: Joe, Sadie, Keithlee, Sonja, Kat, Giovanna, Lizzy, and Emily.
Photo below from Intern Seminar: Interns putting their plumbing skills to the test in the Great Toilet Challenge with our maintenance man/dreamweaver Red.
Before I visited the Berkeley Edible Schoolyard, I had fairly low expectations. I thought it was an interesting program, but I was skeptical. In my past experiences with observing similar programs, I have been disappointed because they have not been entirely successful.
Within the first ten minutes of hearing the woman speak about the program and the kids’ involvement, most of my expectations were exceeded. I was impressed with the facilities of the kitchen, and the layout and upkeep of the garden. I was surprised by the organization of the schoolyard, from color-coded tools to agendas written out for students. It was also nice to see the kids learning to become most self-sufficient, and leaning life skills. I think this program is very sturdy, and does wonders for the students and the school as a whole.
One thing I learned about the program that I did not realize before is that they incorporate animals into their program. I think this is a valuable lesson to help kids understand where their eggs and meat come from by creating relationships with chickens.
I would have liked to spend more time in the kitchen to observe their cooking program. From just walking around, it looked like the kids were enjoying themselves and having fun learning. I think the most impressive aspect of the program was the enthusiasm from both sides, the administrators and the students. I got the idea that the students look forward to the class, and the class has grown to make the school a better place.
I perceive the world through a construct of words
articulate my articles with literate alliteration
a carefully constructed concept of creation
coerced into calling my own
but my bias is based on beliefs
that pile up. Poignant presumptions
grounded on ideas and experience
of ethos, air, and education.
Some species sip the sunlight
a succulent subsistence
sentence structure is superfluous
when you’re older than the dinosaurs
sending out spores
and I am opening doors made of driftwood
and other things that I’ve forgotten.
Some things don’t need words:
the way the bark curls off the manzanita
falls at the slightest
pressure of my finger
as if it wants to be undressed, and that’s okay.
It’s totally fine
not to feel fine all the time.
That’s what I’m doing.
I’m walking with God.
I have just enough fear to keep me alive
as I strive to find the dragon.
Something is hidden in these woods
so I ask for love from the Archangel Michael:
you’re my idol and the only muse I need
cause everything’s inspiring
when everything is nothing
and everything is buzzing, humming
and all that love is part of God.
I met a water snake. I didn’t shriek
I simply followed upstream
swimming, sliding till I too became a snake
and I slipped through the silky spray
the safe suck of the current
swishing on my scaly skin
the silver satisfying surface tension
of the Yuba.
If I follow this path
I’m bound to get hurt.
If you walk barefoot sometimes you get splinters
and pain stings more than numbness,
the tingle when your foot falls asleep
but now it’s time to wake up!
and I’d swear every step brings me closer to God
but I don’t need to.
You have my truth
and I don’t give a damn if you don’t think I’m good enough.
I will sing a song of succulent surrender
and of sanitation cause it’s hard to remember
that even the messy bits
are part of God.
Spilled yogurt and microaggressions
the dirt in a wound and misguided perception
clutter and chaos and unanswered questions
Nothing can hide from the light.
You may feel insignificant
but deep down you are sacred
and it’s totally fine
not to feel fine all the time.
There was a guy on the side of the road holding a sign saying, "Farm Tours" painted along with an arrow and a strawberry. Intern Tom said, "That looks a little like Bear." (Bear was the guy who was giving us a tour.) So, we kept driving. And then realized ten minutes later, that was in fact the strawberry farm we were touring! So we turned around.
Bear was very gracious about our tardiness. He welcomed us with three gallons of strawberry lemonade, which was much appreciated on the 82 degree day. We gathered around his pickup truck as he explained the basics of Swanton Berry Farm.
Swanton Berry Farm is the first organic strawberry farm. Swanton was also one of the first farms to change worker conditions in a positive way. A lot of farms pay for quantity; you get payed by the box. However, Swanton decided to try out paying by the hour and it greatly benefited them. In addition to paying by the hour, the pay is a livable wage. They are able to succeed because their berries are picked at a better quality, due to their workers not rushing. Another really cool thing about Swanton is their approach in the worker's ownshership of the farm. I didn't quite understand it all, but it's kind of like a co-op. It gives their workers security, completely opposite to the likelihood of being fired on the spot for whatever reason. The strawberry beds are also raised 36 inches off the ground. This minimizes the harm done to a worker's back, due to having to stoop over so low.
They also grow: blackberries, kiwis, artichokes, rhubarb, broccoli, and other berries. To help the abundant plant life on the farm, they have nine bee boxes. We got to check out the bees and I learned that there were different colored shapes on each box to guide the bees back to their home. Bees are incredibly smart.
When you grow a lot of one thing in the same area, your crops become much more prone to disease. Strawberries especially require a lot of chemical upkeep to maintain their potential. Swanton struggled with losing their strawberries to Verticillium. However, one year they found that planting strawberries in a field recently planted with broccoli got rid of the disease! So, Swanton is able to provide us with delicious berries without using non-organic harmful sprays to keep their crop alive.
After touring most of the farm, we got to the strawberries! We were given free range to pick as many as we wanted. When looking for the right strawberry you want to flip the strawberry over and pick the ones that are the most red, all around. Warm from the sun the strawberries were incredible. It also felt good that these berries were the product of social justice.
TIP: U-PICK strawberry fields are really gross, kind of like a McDonalds play place.
On the morning of Thursday, May 1st The Woolman Semester School visited the Homeless Garden Project in Santa Cruz, which is a non-profit that “provides job training, transitional employment and support services to people who are homeless”. Kate Pearl gave us a tour of the 3-acre organic farm.
One thing I found interesting about the farm was the system used to make soil that they have in place. Soil, compost and grass are the layers of the system. Separate mounds are in place for it to decompose faster.
After the tour we got into two groups 1) to help weed or 2) to pick strawberries. We volunteered working in the garden for 1 hour and it was awesome!
Visiting the Homeless Garden Project was such a rewarding experience. Knowing that places like the Homeless Garden Project exists gives me hope that by working together in communities we can overcome the economical issues in the world.
I don’t always wake up before 6 AM—but when I do, it’s probably Monday, when I make breakfast. Monday is special because we all try to show up and eat together. There are announcements, games, and appreciations, read out of the appreciation jar handcrafted by none other than Aria, a fellow community intern. All in all I’d say I have a great reason to be up before the sun (especially since I only have to do it once a week). This is what happened two Mondays ago—an ordinary Monday, the second to last of the semester.
Monday, April 21, 2014
5:30am: Wake up. Stumble out of bed and brush my teeth on the porch of my A-frame, marveling at all the yellow flowers that have appeared as if by magic in the last two days—they’re all over everything. I try not to get toothpaste on any flowers (with only marginal success), put on two sweatshirts and head up the hill to the dining hall.
5:41am: Interrupted by the quail (rushing intently about, as always). Look for a moment at the moon, still seated high in the lightening sky.
5:45am: Reluctantly turn on the lights in the kitchen, squint a little, and start making breakfast. Whole wheat ginger pancakes today, with fried eggs and homemade ricotta cheese. Food processor not working again (or I’m not asking it politely enough, this early in the morning who can really tell?), so I chop candied ginger for what feels like forever and a day. It’s peaceful in the kitchen in the morning, though—it’s one of my favorite things, a space that’s usually so chaotic getting to rest a little—so I don’t really mind. I don’t like cooking with machines, anyway.
7:23am: Some students wander into the DH and start making coffee. We talk about their Peace Studies homework, a paper about different people from Assata Shakur’s autobiography. They sit in the kitchen and listen to Devil Makes Three with me while I scramble to finish frying the gluten-free vegan version of the pancakes while also not burning the ricotta, which isn’t setting as quickly as I might have hoped…
7:50am: 10-minute bell for Monday morning breakfast and homeroom. A student is leading it this week, so she rings the bell and sets up a sheet to collect announcements, fretting about the activity she’s planned to lead (it goes amazingly well, so she needn’t have worried). I set the last round of eggs on the griddle and shuttle some willing students in and out of the kitchen with pancakes and condiments. The ricotta looks surprisingly good, especially with some cinnamon sprinkled on top.
8:04am: We circle and hold a moment of silence before breakfast. Morning meeting takes off, and I hide in the pantry and drink coffee for a few minutes before sitting down to make the weekly food order.
9:10am: Walk to the office and call the local co-op to order our produce and cheese for the week. The order is uneventful, save a small mix up regarding the color of our potatoes. I hang up and head back to the kitchen to do inventory in the pantry and walk-in, then back to the office to order from our distributor. Camilla and Heather, two fellow community interns, are making burritos for lunch and I have a very hard time not sneaking some of the cheese they have painstakingly shredded as I pass through the kitchen. By now it’s close to lunch time, so I work on spreadsheets and do food research until the burrito bar is ready.
I’ll spend the afternoon first in the garden—it’s crunch time, and we’re bed shaping and planting today—then at student updates meeting, and then hanging out with one of my mentees on the couch in the dining hall.
All in all, a beautiful and typical (if I dare to call anything at Woolman typical…) Monday.
GINGER PANCAKES (adapted from the Joy of Cooking)
- 1-1/2 cups whole wheat flour (or gluten free flour)
- 3 tablespoons sugar (brown sugar or honey are awesome, I usually reduce the sugar by almost half)
- 1-1/2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1-1/2 cup milk
- 3 tablespoons unsalted butter (melted) or oil
- 2 large eggs (vegan option: 2 tablespoons ground flax + 2 tablespoons water)
- 1 healthy splash vanilla extract
- two pinches (about a teaspoon) ground ginger
- some cinnamon, allspice, and cloves (ground)
- 1/4 cup chopped candied ginger
Mix the dry ingredients together (sifting optional). Make a well in the middle and pour in the wet ingredients, and the candied ginger. Mix well, and fry in a little more butter than you think is really necessary. Enjoy!
Located off the beach in Santa Cruz, California is The Homeless Garden Project. By far, this site was the furthest along in terms of planting, than all the other sites we visited on the Food Intensive trip. The garden was abundant in both vegetables and flowers.
The Homeless Garden Project is an organization that hires people without homes for 20 hours a week, at minimum wage. This garden offers a transition period between no job, and a job, through work experience and the services they provide like basic job skills and resume building.
The product of all the hard work is sold at the Farm Stand and in CSA boxes. The Homeless Garden Project puts together 45 boxes altogether, but donates 24 of those each week to non-profit service organizations. This project is even looking to triple their size! It was evident there was dedication and care in the people and the land.
Overall I was impressed and warmed by how kind everyone was there. Everyone we saw was happy and said hi and they were really excited we were helping. It was great to actually do some farming also, while visiting all these farms. My group planted Crimson Clover which will be dried and used in the beautiful wreaths they make. So, if you're in the area, stop by The Homeless Garden Project Farm Stand and purchase a wreath!
Driving up to Veritable Vegetable in the iconic and distinctive Woolman vans, I was not at all excited. It was a hot California day and as I stepped out of the car I was faced with hot pavement, cars, and a warehouse. This was not the image that I was expecting to be presented with on our Food Intensive, which so far had consisted of feedlots, organic farms, and lots of produce. At first glance, it was nothing short of underwhelming, and as our guide led our group into a conference room, I was anything but jazzed. This seemed like just another typical company with typical policies feeding into the ever growing, ever more pervasive capitalist hierarchy. Boy was I wrong.
Veritable Vegetable is probably the coolest produce transporter since ever. They transport exclusively from organic growers and bring their produce to restaurants, grocery stores, institutes, and other places in California, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, and Colorado. Their trucks are on the highest end of sustainable technology, and they map out their routes in order to be as energy efficient as possible. While of course wanting to run a successful business, all their decisions are made based on a set of core values that focus on healthy working conditions, helping the environment, and the support of their growers as well as the communities they service. People from many levels and job descriptions help make important decisions in order to help make things fair. Their staff is 60% women, and the difference in pay between the CEO and the workers doing manual labor is never more than a 5 to one ratio. They rock hard.
Yet those facts, which anyone could find by just looking at their website, don’t even compare to the experience of walking through their operations. As Woolman students and staff were led into the main warehouse, we were met with funky music blasting from wall to wall, and both men and women of all ethnicities, ages, and appearances working the floor. Our guide (who was way cool) took us on a tour of some of the different coolers where they keep produce, and explained exactly what the journey would be for all the mushrooms, bananas, peppers, and other tasty treats that filled each ice box. As we danced our way through the warehouse, jamming out to Veritable’s sweet beats, our leader talked to us about alternatives to wooden pallets and plastic wrap that were being used on a trial basis to help the environment. Then we took a look inside of their trucks, and a few of us took a try at screaming our lungs out in one of their storage spaces, which was so thick that no one could hear us. We asked a lot of questions, and got some honest answers.
Finally, when I thought it couldn’t get any better, we went back to the conference room we started off in, where we were greeted with two huge bowls of strawberries. It was magical. I was and still am completely hooked on Veritable Vegetable, and I wish that for every food producer, there was such a rad transport company. I would love to work there someday, and would love to see more companies move in their direction. However, until then, I’m happy to know a place so hip and cool exists. So the next time you’re in Briar Patch or another California marketplace, take a minute and find out if your vegetable are veritable.
Hannah Rose, Lily Elder, and Zoe Dillon-Davidson performing the Woolman Lane song at the Fall 2009 Graduation. Doug Hamm on banjo.
These four rows will soon become rows of medicinal herbs. For my sustainability project I am working with intern Chloe on planting various herbs and harvesting them to use as teas here at Woolman! In addition, we will create signs to go in the garden along with a book filled with information on which teas to use for different ailments. We have met a couple of times and in that time have decided what information to put on the signs and planned out the beds. Our next step is to purchase the seeds/ transplants. Just some of the herbs we’re planting are: Nettle, Alfalfa, Echinacea, Catnip, Astragalus, Hyssop, Marshmallow, and Valerian. In the last few years I have made the personal decision to stop using prescription and over the counter drugs. I firmly believe in the effectiveness of natural alternatives, and it’s important to me to learn about natural medicine in an applicable way. I’m so excited that I’m going to have firsthand experience in the planting and harvesting of medicinal herbs, and I’m so excited to learn all that Chloe has to teach me!
On Thursday night, April 3, many students stayed up way past tuck-in, decorating the Dining Hall with posters, signs, and giant hearts. They declared Friday, the day before Spring Break, "Woolman Day," celebrating the half-way point of the semester. Here, student Imani Sherley performs the song she wrote for the occasion.
What is justice? What kind of world do prisons create? How has the prison system changed over time? What are alternatives to prisons, and how do they work? How will I create justice in my life? These questions guided our Peace Studies and Global Issues trip focusing on the prison system and alternative forms of justice. In this jam-packed week, Woolman students and staff visited individuals and organizations in the Bay Area who address prison issues from numerous angles: from the American Friends Service committee and the Human Rights Pen Pal Project organizing solidarity support for prisoners on hunger strike, to educators such as Jeff Duncan-Andrade who understand that we cannot have justice in our world without justice in our schools, to MetWest High School, where restorative justice practices create healing in communities deeply impacted by systemic violence. Art, and performance poetry in particular, became a lens through which to process our experiences and speak our truths. Check out these pictures and students' blog posts on some of their highlights of our trip!
- Performing at the Battle of the Bay Poetry Slam by Imani Sherley
- Attending the Berkeley Poetry Slam by Dontae Sharp
- A Conversation with Generation Waking Up by Cait Corrigan-Orosco
- At The Crossroads Comes to Us! by Jena Brooker
- A Visit to MetWest High School in Oakland by Jena Brooker
On Friday, March 28, Woolman students, teachers, and interns attended the fourth annual Green Schools National Conference thanks to a generous donation from Conserve, a semester school in beautiful Land O’ Lakes, Wisconsin. Although in past years the conference has been in Florida, Colorado, and Minnesota, this year the conference was conveniently located only an hour and a half away from us in the heart of Sacramento. Woolman students and staff were excited to have the chance to sneak away from the woods for the day to learn how corporations, politicians, educators, and students across the nation define what “green” means.
Our students had the opportunity to attend workshops with high school and middle school students from all around the country. Staff and interns also attended a wide variety of workshops that discussed sustainability and wellness in schools. During the breakout sessions all of the Woolman participants scurried back to their table in the main hall to chat it up with prospective students and curious adults.
Sustainability is one of Woolman’s buzzwords. Although we often do use this word in reference to ecological sustainability, we also extend this definition to cover the sustainability of societal, community, and individual prosperity for this generation and generations to come. The conference mainly focused on the ecological aspect, sparking the attention of Woolman students to analyze the pros and cons of this limited definition. After a debrief of the conference, Woolmanites agreed that attending the conference was valuable because it not only gave them an opportunity to talk to other people about their Woolman experience, but also allowed them to witness a range of groups coming together to discuss a single topic that has infinite interpretations.
Global Issues teacher, Amelia Nebenzal, with S14 students Imani Shirley, Aria Khan, and Jena Brooker wearing their new Woolman sweatshirts at the Green Schools National Conference!