Farmer’s Market

Farmer's Market Julie and MeI woke up Saturday to a very rainy morning. When I saw lighting from my bed, I thought, “Maybe this isn’t such a good day to go to the Richfield Farmer’s Market. Maybe I should just stay in bed.” (Richfield Farmer’s Market)

Well, somehow my sense of responsibility took over and I dragged myself out of bed to the church that hosts us (Woodlake Lutheran) to get my stuff together and then over to the market. The day started a little slow, I have to admit. It was rainy and there were not too many people there. And there were very few people of color.

But as so often happens, the day turned into a fun adventure!

We met Keri, the director of admissions from a new charter school in Richfield called “Flex Academy.” (Flex Academy) She was very friendly and we talked about schools and teacher pay. She also brought with her a type of roulette wheel and people could spin and win something. She didn’t necessarily get the target audience she hoped for, but as they are new, name recognition is pretty important right now. Farmer's Market Keri

We talked with a few other people, too, some English speakers, a couple of Spanish speakers. We met the Executive Director of ATTAch (ATTAch). She stopped by because we had percussion instruments on our table and they do work with drumming and trauma, something we are also exploring at Tapestry.

But we got tired. It had been a long morning. We were thinking of packing up. Then a young girl came over. She asked if she could play an instrument. “Of course!” And then she asked if we could sing.

Farmer's Market

“What would you like to sing?” And we each had to use an instrument.

We began. “The B-I-B-L-E…” Her choice.

Then we sang “Jingle Bells” and this time we each had to have a different instrument.

And then a friend of the family came over along with a Brazilian exchange student who is living for the year in a small town near Mankato, MN and we all sang “This Little Light of Mine” together.

And then Julie continued in conversation with our new young friend and I got to meet the other women.

It turns out the exchange student is in town for a short time because she wants to do the touristy things–go to Mall of America, visit Valleyfair, go bike riding around the lakes. And it also turns out my older son just took a semester of Portugues para hispanohablantes (Portuguese for Spanish-speakers). So, she texts my son who texts her back and then calls me.

“Mom?” he asks.

“Right.” I answered. “Well, I just met Tati and she wants to go to Valleyfair so I told her I’d lend you my car and you could take her there. She seems really nice.”

“Well, that’s random, but okay…”

So, today they go to Valleyfair!

Learnings from the day:

  1. Even if you are out in the neighborhood and you only meet one person, it’s one more person than you would have met if you weren’t out in the neighborhood.
  2. We ended with a gathering, out in a public space, completely by accident, in a way that IS Tapestry: from age 3-60; black, white, Brazilian; some with a visible disability, some with no visible disability, speakers of English, Spanish and Portuguese. All open to meeting someone new who seems at first glance to be different.
  3. The children shall lead. It was through this young girl who was so open to learning something new and who was brave enough to come and ask questions and then to give of herself who brought us adults together.
  4. People will surprise you with their gifts when they have the time and safe space to practice them. Julie, the woman who accompanied me, was FABULOUS with the kids who showed up!

What a blessed day!

Peace. Paz.

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