Planting Seeds of Community
Karen Grizez watched as a mother, holding her hungry infant, received a cup of goat’s milk from a member of the local women’s group.
Karen Grizez watched as a mother, holding her hungry infant, received a cup of goat’s milk from a member of the local women’s group.
To have the ability to read and the gift of writing is to be tasked with a responsibility: to share your inner world with others in the written form.
It took a couple of years, obviously, to build it up to something substantial, which was a terrifying time because I was all in. Suddenly, I had to make something happen of it. There wasn't a plan B per se, neither of us have college degrees.
Water is a force that belongs to no one and yet moves through everyone. I can only understand the collective as one when I think of the collective as a river.
"As a Californian transported to the East Coast for college, I learned about the differences in how rivers have historically been treated and capitalized on across the country was eye-opening. Growing up in inland California, my perception was that rivers are dammed and their water is stored and used for irrigation. The concept that so many rivers on the East Coast flow freely to the ocean was mind-boggling for me."
Love is astonishing, but love does not come easy.