Just as last week in Indianapolis, during the Q+A session after the Monday night screening in San Francisco, another "missing" journal came back to life. It felt like the film continued seamlessly, from the "send the journal on" end credits sequence on the screen, to live-action in the cinema.
Erin, the keeper of Journal 270, emailed this a few days later:
"I'm glad I could have sent #270 back on its way and the other night seemed the perfect opportunity. I actually received the journal from Someguy himself back in 2001. I had initially given it to a dance friend of mine, with the concept that it would stay in the dance community traveling to different workshops all around the world. But I guess that didn't pan out, and he gave it back to me. Then I gave it to a friend of mine (Eman, who is mentioned on the site), who had some grand artistic scheme for it which never came through. Quite a bit later I dated him for a while and when we broke up I took the journal with me. I ended up moving back in with my parents for a couple of months and journal #270 sat in a box over there for several years. There were times when I considered digging the journal out and passing it on but after so many other journals got so lost I was afraid to let #270 suffer the same fate.
I haven't seen Someguy for several years but I heard about the documentary and knew I wanted to see it, so it seemed like a good time to send #270 on.
I currently work with children and families in San Francisco inner city, it's a pretty troubled population and can be very discouraging at times. Before returning #270 I opened it up to have a last look at some of the things in there, and ran across the story and picture by Kahled, which is actually pretty precious to me. Kahled was one of the first youth I ever worked with when I was doing mostly creative writing tutoring in a middle school in the outer Richmond district of San Francisco. Even though the job was only part time back then and the pay was totally crappy and I had no benefits, that was the first time I fell completely in love with my job. Although I didn't know it then, that period of my life was really the starting point of what I now see as my lifelong "career." I think I had assigned him to write about me and my dog being superheroes as a way to keep him quiet while other kids worked on their homework. Looking back at that story all of a sudden brought back for me all this nostalgia for a time when I was young, maybe a little green and anxious to make a difference in the world. It reminded me of why I do what I do every day.
One of the hardest things about my job can be pouring your heart and soul into a young child, a teen or even a family, being there for them when they need you building a bond and then having to walk away when you take on a new position. Kahled (who introduced me to Ramadan) and so many other youth who have touched my life are no longer in it, and each of those goodbyes have been extremely difficult. But in the end, just like with the journals you have to trust the work you've done while that person was in your life and send them on their way.
We can't hold on tightly to everything that is precious to us, be it a journal, a person or project you've worked closely on or sometimes even someone you've loved. Letting go of things can be an act of faith (like I sure hope no one pastes over that story) and it can also be bittersweet, but clinging on to things prevents growth. And besides no one wants to be the crazy cat lady who collects everything!
That's my 2 cents."
Journal 270 was passed on that night to Anna Lis. She had interesting plans, but more on this as things develop. I'm hoping to receive the scans of Journal 270 to add them to this post…
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