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Tell your #family
Tell your #friends.
Tell your #neighbors.
Tell your #co-workers.
Tell your worst fucking #enemies

#KillCorporateSocialMedia

#fediverse

So today, a group of elementary school children paraded through my neighborhood. I knew they were there because they were quite loud and energetic, and honestly I was very confused about what was happening. I mean, what on earth kind of field trip are they doing, wandering around from house to house?

I tried to see what they were up to, and I couldn’t really tell.

But after they’d passed, my husband opened the door to our back porch because it was a lovely day and the sun was out. And hanging on the doorknob was a handcrafted paper plate basket of paper flowers.

And it struck me—they were celebrating May Day.

And I got a surge of nostalgia. Growing up in the midwest of the US, my family celebrated the first of May as a sort of polar opposite to Halloween. We’d make paper cups and fill them with flowers and candy, deliver them secretly to the neighbors we loved, and run away quickly before they discovered them. No notes. No indication of where they came from or whom they came from.

And here, in Eureka, CA, 40 years later, was an entire elementary school class doing it as an organized activity.

I took that paper basket, and I put it on a hook on my refrigerator, to remind me of a different kind of sustenance than food.

Caring for others with no expectations.

I really really hope that elementary school class teacher knows how much they touched me. Because they restored a bit of my faith in humanity today.

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