I loved serving my neighbors and it was always great to be living out the dishes metaphor - it's true that everyone wants a revolution but nobody wants to do the dishes. At Darling, the dishes were quite literal and I had to do them, whether I wanted to or not. Somebody had to. And I spent much of that time in reflection about the metaphorical dishwashing outside of Darling as well.
But by May, there were plenty of good reasons for me to move on and they far outweighed my reasons to stay.
So the past month has looked quite different for me, as I've acquiesced to the paradigm shift. I've sought new music students, posting fliers all around the neighborhood; I help with a children's violin class nearby; I practice mandolin more, I've invested in a djembe, and I seek busking bandmates on craigslist; I've redoubled my efforts promoting GioSafari and producing physical copies of Heliotropism. Between teaching and busking, I'm making ends meet and I'm quite happy with my life as is.
Still, I've not forgotten that there are more dishes to be washed in my community and in the world. I resolve to remain cognizant of them, even if I no longer work at an actual kitchen sink. I'll continue to wash the dishes for peace and justice with my friends and neighbors.
Of course there will be no better place to continue this work than at Word Up Books! So I'm unspeakably grateful to report that after closing our doors and searching for well over nine months, we finally signed the lease yesterday for our new space in Washington Heights. We can hardly wait to build out, reopen, and revive the party at the kitchen sink.
I, for one, have got my heavy-duty gloves on. And my dancing shoes.