Seattle, Washington April 29th ~ 30th 2022
On a cool, rainy night I moved out of Portland, Oregon. By way of Amtrak train north to Seattle. When I arrived later that night, it was raining harder than it had been in Portland. Yet, I walked the five or six blocks to my hostel anyway. When you live in the Pacific Northwest, you learn to feel the rain, rather than let it bother you.
The next morning started off the same way; grey & drizzly. So I took my time getting ready. Doing my makeup, then picking and putting my outfit on. Finally packing up my stuff, and throwing it on my back. I walked downstairs to the lobby where I was greeted by a beautiful soul named Cameron. This ray of sunshine greeted me with “You carry the royalty of your ancestors within you.” I stood shocked. No one had ever given me a compliment so grand. Cameron and I talked for the next few minutes, and I discovered we both hail from PDX. “Was it Antifa that made you want to move?” he asked. “No it was the homeless.” I admitted. I learned Cameron was the founder of the Brown Hope. A red cross for the marginalized communities, especially black communities, he explained. He marveled me. His soul was unknowingly the angel I needed to push me forward, on my voyage. Such a unique, and beautiful person. I’ll link his details down below if you fancy to support him.
So after that blessing, I took a stroll. Down to the pier where the market was open, and full of people. The sun was also out. Which added bright spring colors to my view. So took my time and soaked it all in. Towards mid-day I made my way to Moore café. Where I enjoyed an artsy oat matcha. This café was so beautifully curated with a mural of Frida. I had to take a picture. (Above in the slideshow) Moving from a fancy café to a French grocery store, I stocked up on fromage, meats, and chocolate. Then I headed back to Chinatown where the American Hotel held my bags. When I arrived, I was surprised to see a very late celebration of Chinese New Year happening a block over. So I grabbed my gear and walked through the party. Then found peace in Hing Hay Park. Afterwards I inhaled a Korean street taco as I walked through the parade of life towards King Street Station. There a sleek coach bus waited to take me, and some pretty gorgeous dudes even farther north, into Canada.
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https://www.portlandmercury.com/blogtown/2020/11/09/30310649/guest-editorial-to-seek-justice-embrace-healing
@CameronWhitten ... https://www.brownhope.org/
