I opened a box sent to me by one of our fearless leaders. It contained, among a few things, a hand made banner for me to take to the next few festivals around the south east. I could tell it was used a few times. I could also tell it was made with love and some other kind of material that would surely dissolve if water was added. This coming week and weekend I wanted to head up to the ALF. I couldn’t hang this thing up in the rain and watch as it was ruined. So I got to looking around the shop to see what I could cobble together. This is, however, a dirt bag operation and we have standards. I am sure you will tell me what they are as soon as you know, but I do know it has to be solid, match the current image but most of all, cost very little.
I found some scrap material and got to cutting and sewing. As I was putting the globe together I thought of all the fellow dirt bags out there. South America, Europe, Africa, Pacific Northwest. I sewed the land masses to the ball of water. Each stitch pulling us together. Each turn and line ending up in a different place. I thought about how we love the water and land that binds us and how they together, allow us to do what we love. A few hours and some beers later this is what I got! Or should I say what WE got. It is not perfect, but who is. It reminds us that we are all here together. This is not mine, this is ours.