Our collective power is in our community movements, no matter where you stand in your politics. In this storm, that is one of the many lessons we have learned, as folks have come together from all areas of the country, and every background, to help people get back on their feet.
We are 5 weeks and 4 days past the ravaging of Hurricane Helene, our hearts are sore and wounded, but our spirits are strong. A few days ago we gathered with friends and kindred near to pay homage in art, and sang a final song at the Salvage Station, at the banks of the French Broad River, in the River Arts District of Asheville, North Carolina. Built out of an up-cycled junkyard turned music-venue gone-rogue, it flooded 23ft under water and is deemed part of an area in that will not be rebuilt.
Now it’s just about catching hold of our favorite memories and cleaning up the wreckage.
Salvaging what we can.
The people of Southern Appalachia
are made of steel and sourgum…
cardinals and marigolds.
We love yall, here.
We are damn certainly honored to be a part of this movement, and this recovery.
Steady onward.
Be kind to one another in the coming days.