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For Good

Minneapolis seems to be in the spotlight again.

You’ve probably heard about ICE murdering Renee Nicole Good on Wednesday morning. I was at work and spent the remainder of the day distracted and trying to not cry. That’s pretty much how Thursday and Friday went too.

Saturday James and I went to a protest at a park a few blocks from where Good was killed. This is about a 15 minute bike ride from my house, but with 5,000 other people heading to the same location, it happily took a little longer. It was healing being there on a 20F /-6.6C day. People were angry but calm, and care permeated the whole area. The last week we’ve been having thawing during the day and re-freezing overnight and sidewalks are covered in lumpy, slippery ice. Volunteers were out sprinkling grit on the park sidewalks. People were helping each other navigate the ice. Younger folks were using the signs they had brought to slide down icy hills. There were families with children from infants to teenagers.

There were so many people James and I couldn’t even get close to the center of the event where the speakers were, or the street where people were gathering for the march to the sight of Good’s murder and where there is now a beautiful memorial. But that didn’t matter, we were there, adding our bodies and voices.

James’s bike commute to and from work takes him not far from the memorial. He generally bikes through George Floyd Square, Itself a memorial, and only a few blocks north. He plans on detouring by Good’s memorial this week to add note and a prayer.

We stayed a little over an hour before heading home, though the event continued well into the evening. When we had arrived ours were the only bikes at the bike rack. When we left I had to do some contortions to get close enough to the rack to unlock my bike because it was packed. At a table nearby were some women offering water to keep folks hydrated and free pizza. One would yell, “Grab a slice!” And then the other would yell, “Fuck ICE!” They had a great rhythm going and people were smiling and grateful and asking if they could make a donation and the women would refuse money and suggest they give it places delivering food and supplies to people who are afraid of leaving their homes.

Good’s murder Wednesday was not the only horror. ICE showed up and Roosevelt High School, just down the street from my house, when classes were getting out for the day. They detained two staff members, tackled teachers who were trying to keep the kids safe, and then they pepper sprayed and set off tear gas on the teachers and the kids.

I have not been trained on ICE watch, but I have neighbors who are out on patrol regularly. I have a sangha member who has been trained in de-escalation who has been going to hot spots, trying to talk people down, including ICE agents. I have a whistle I have begun wearing whenever I go out so I can sound an alert if I see ICE activity.

Ilhan Omar, my Congressional representative, showed up at the ICE detention facility by the airport Friday demanding to be allowed in to check on how people are being treated. It is her right and prerogative as a member of Congress to have access to ICE facilities. They would not allow her entrance.

One of my senators, Amy Klobuchar, announced Saturday that we now have more ICE agents in the Twin Cities than the combined number of police officers on the Minneapolis and St Paul police force.

We are under siege. We are resisting.

Don’t believe the lies coming from Kristi Noem, President Trump, and Vice President Vance. If you want to know what is really going on, following the local independent news sources: Minnesota Public Radio, Minnesota Reformer, and MinnPost. They are all paywall-free.

Renee Good was a 37-year-old mother and prize-winning poet. You can read her poem “On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs” at poets.org.

Poet Amanda Gorman wrote a beautiful tribute for Good:

For Renee Nicole Good
Killed by I.C.E. on January 7, 2026.

by Amanda Gorman

They say she is no more,
That there her absence roars,
Blood-blown like a rose.
Iced wheels flinched & froze.
Now, bare riot of candles,
Dark fury of flowers,
Pure howling of hymns.

If for us she arose,
Somewhere, in the pitched deep of our grief,
Crouches our power,
The howl where we begin,
Straining upon the edge of the crooked crater
Of the worst of what we’ve been.

Change is only possible,
& all the greater,
When the labour
& bitter anger of our neighbors
Is moved by the love
& better angels of our nature.

What they call death & void,
We know is breath & voice;
In the end, gorgeously,
Endures our enormity.

You could believe departed to be the dawn
When the blank night has so long stood.
But our bright-fled angels will never be fully gone,
When they forever are so fiercely Good.

It is hard to go on with regular life in the face of all of this, but it is also important to retain some touchstones of normalcy whenever possible for the purpose of mental health and well being. I read a great book called The Garden by Nick Newman. It’s a nebulous post-apocalyptic time with two late middle aged sisters, Evie and Lily, who have lived in the walled estate just the two of them since they were young. Then a boy makes it over the wall and their settled routines are overturned and their relationship cracks. We learn the truth of the sisters’ lives in carefully spooled out flashbacks and current day comments and actions. It is quiet and creepy and deliciously unsettling. The ending is a bit soft, but I forgive that given all that came before.

Also, my bathroom remodel is mostly done! There are a few finishing things still pending but it is done enough that we can use it. The contractor picked out the sink on the promise that it would be smaller than our old one, but it turned out to be larger. We said we didn’t like it, found one we liked better, and they have ordered it and will swap it out in the next week or two.

And now of course, we will need to repaint, get a new window and shower curtain, and a new mirror so it all matches and looks new and shiny. These things we can take our time with because I want to make sure we like them since I never want to do this again while I am living in this house.

Here is part of the old tub-shower. You can see the enamel of the tub was peeling off, and the side of the tub was knee-high. I look at that photo and wonder how we put up with it looking so terrible for so long!

And now we have this:

The photo doesn’t show the true color very well. The tile is a mottled light to medium gray with bits of white and dark gray in it. The grout is a light gray. The tile on the bathroom floor is the same as in the shower. It is lovely. And James is pleased with the folding chair and grab bars.

Books and a new bathroom are definite blessings amidst the horror outside my door. And my Buddhist sangha and Beloved Community Circle have been both a refuge and a source of support. I’ve never felt so much community belonging and support in my life. It fills my heart with love and gives me strength.

#AmandaGorman #AmyKlobuchar #bathroomRemodel #community #ICE #IhanOmar #poetry #protests #ReneeNicoleGood #TheGardenByNickNewman

Winter Solstice 2025

Oh Friends, it has been a busy couple of weeks, but now I am happily on vacation for the next two weeks. Aaaaahhhhhh.

The busy was from many things. At work it was wrapping up the semester and trying to make sure the professors I support had all the research materials they needed while the library is closed for two weeks. This while also supporting students studying and taking final exams.

Then home to more busy. James and I helped plan our sangha’s annual tea ceremony. We did not go last year due to bad weather, so we had zero context for what we were helping with. The person doing the bulk of the planning was first out of town and then otherwise engaged, and there was much to do in a week and a half. So many Signal messages and emails and time spend on Zoom working out the details. And of course, the day of the tea ceremony the weather was terrible—first rain, then ice, then light snow and howling wind blowing the snow around. It took me extra time to bike home from work. Then James and I ate a very fast dinner before bundling up and biking very carefully with our portion of supplies to the ceremony. I am grateful we don’t have to bike far.

James and I helped set up, which was already in progress since we were late. Our role in the ceremony itself was to serve the tea and treats to sangha attendees, which involved lots of formal bowing while carrying big trays of tea-filled cups, followed by big trays filled with plates of cookies, fruit, and nuts, which also required lots of formal bowing. In addition I ended up filling the role of tea offerer—placing a cup of tea and a cookie on the altar—because the person who was going to do it lives in the burbs and didn’t come due to the icy roads The altar as on the floor instead of the usual table, and surrounded by candles and flowers. I had to bow and kneel with the offering in my hands, then set it down on the altar. I am proud to say I didn’t spill anything on the altar or on any sangha members, though I did manage to kick two of the many tea light candles on the floor later in the ceremony, making a waxy mess on the floor and on my pants leg.

Still it all came together beautifully and all the attendees gave us gracious praise. Some even stayed late afterwards to help us clean up.

We were out again Friday night, biking in the dark and on sometimes icy roads, to a Beloved Community Circle gathering across the river in St. Paul. The gathering was wonderful, as they always are. Part of our evening was spent formally watering each other’s (metaphorical) flowers. It is so easy to speak from the heart to other people about how wonderful they are and what I admire about them, it is a challenge to accept the beautiful words they say to me. But giving and receiving is part of the practice, and spending the evening with increasingly dear friends was exactly what my heart needed even though we didn’t get home until after 10 and my body was very tired.

Because James had to work at the bookstore on Sunday, the actual day of Solstice, we celebrated on Saturday. Part of the menu was crusty sourdough dinner rolls, which I had enough foresight to make the weekend before and keep them in the freezer. One less thing to do! So after a busy two weeks at work, a week and a half of tea ceremony planning and performing, and a late (for me) night with friends, I spent almost the whole day Saturday cooking.

As you know, James is the cook in the house and he does all the cooking all year except for Winter Solstice. This tradition began over 30 years ago because James with his retail career, was never able to get the Solstice off—too close to Christmas. So I make a sometimes rather elaborate menu, and do all the cooking and have dinner ready when James gets home from work. All these years later, his schedule is much different, but we keep the tradition of me planning and cooking a special meal.

This year’s menu was holiday roast stuffed with roasted golden beet, carrot, and parsnip; wild rice “un-stuffing,” aloo bonda also know as mashed potato fritters (from Vegan Richa cookbook), spicy cranberry chutney, and crusty sourdough rolls. For dessert we had salted date caramel chocolate pie with whipped coconut cream on top. The pie did not set up like it was supposed to and didn’t hold form when removed from the pie plate, but it was delicious all the same. The whole meal was delicious. All the flavors went together beautifully.

Sunday we ate leftovers, and I was able to fully enjoy the meal since I wasn’t tired out from all the things. Tonight is leftovers again. Then the roast will be gone and everything else will get incorporated into other meals.

And now, rest. Though we are in the midst of having our bathroom remodeled. We are converting from a tub with shower to a shower stall that has grab bars. Some days James’s MS leaves him feeling unbalanced and nervous about stepping over the high side of a bathtub. We are also having the old, worn out vinyl floor tiled to match the shower, getting a new toilet that fits our tiny space, and a new sink that also fits the space better.

It was supposed to be done by now, but the city took a long time to issue permits, delaying the start of the work, and then after the new plumbing was done, it took the city inspector a week to come out and give the ok. At the end of last week they did the prep work for tiling. I think that bit is done, but I’m not completely certain since I don’t know what done looks like in this case. All I know is that half my living room is taped off with boxes of tile and other supplies piled up, and I have to walk downstairs every time I need to use the bathroom. The novelty and adventure of this whole project has quickly disappeared, and with Christmas this week, I’m not certain what the work schedule is going to be.

So what do I do for an hour and half this morning? Start back to work on my attic remodel project! I’m still ripping out the old, gross carpet, pulling carpet tape off the under-floor, and cleaning up and moving things around as I go. You may recall I am turning this into a fiber arts room for sewing, weaving, spinning, and knitting. However, it has years of accumulated junk and chaos, some of which I have already disposed of, some of which—like the bins that currently hold my fabric and yarn stash—are getting shuffled around as I work. I would pile them in my living room except I can’t because of all the bathroom remodel stuff.

But now, after this is posted, I plan on some tea and garden dreaming. It’s time to start figuring out what I’m going to grow next year. To get my garden inspiration going, as if I really needed it, I listened to the first Plant Circle Gathering while working in the attic. The Plant Circle is part of a new project by Robin Wall Kimmerer called Plant Baby Plant. It is intended to be the antithesis of drill baby drill. I love their tagline: Raise a garden and raise a ruckus. Yesterday was the first plant circle and when their website officially launched. Be sure to check it out and get inspired!

Something else to inspire you, a photo essay of the anti-ICE march that took place Saturday in Minneapolis. I wanted to go, but just couldn’t fit it in and cook too. Thankfully, thousands of other people were able to turn out.

Happy Solstice!

#atticCarpetProject #bathroomRemodel #BelovedCommunityCircle #ICE #PlantBabyPlant #sangha #teaCeremony #WinterSolstice