What feels like a lifetime ago the Child and I lolloped through OAKtown placing signs all around.
We barely knew the city back then–let alone the Oakland people we’ve come to adore.
In a way, with hindsight, we did it more for *ourselves.*
we were new Californians back then.
We created our signs and we took to the streets.
On poles .
On trash cans.
We left our offerings.
The other afternoon as the child and I
walked Charming for the fifth time that day relaxed & she asked what we would do for Valentines day.
I don’t really have plans. It’s a school day so I’ll bet you’ll have a party?
She seemed disappointed and shared she’d hoped we had a tradition.
Like the misfit I am, I spent the rest of the day singing and pondering.
You see, as with our beloved Tevye, tradition plays a large role in most everything we do.
We have nightly traditions (our prayers), holiday traditions (foods to familial bonding), and newly-created-as-Tornado-grows-up traditions (which I wont divulge here).
These rituals are significant.
They create positive feelings, familial closeness, and serve as a non-verbal way for me to convey my values/what’s important to me.
I hadn’t considered a Valentine’s Day Tradition (outside of surprising her with matching heart sweaters. I’m sappy that way.) yet it quickly became clear what we could do.
What we should do.
What I long to ask you to do with us.
On this day of “love” so many love-to-HATE we’re taking to the Oakland streets.
Blanketing, watching what transpires, and–for those of you who fretted last time–taking any remnants down later & promptly recycling.
(This *is* California after all!)
Red in honor of the day.
Created by the Tornado in honor of *her* deciding we needed a new tradition.
Comments are open–but I ask you skip yer comment and consider making T.W.Y.N. Day papers and blanketing *your* hood! I’ll be updating our adventures on Instagram.