{"id":1510,"date":"2017-02-16T15:16:57","date_gmt":"2017-02-16T23:16:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ideajones.com\/?p=1510"},"modified":"2017-02-16T15:16:57","modified_gmt":"2017-02-16T23:16:57","slug":"the-love-bead-project","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ideajones.com\/?p=1510","title":{"rendered":"The Love Bead Project"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_1511\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/Safe-Harbor-FB-Post-3-940-x-788-Titled-IdeaJones.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1511\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1511\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/Safe-Harbor-FB-Post-3-940-x-788-Titled-IdeaJones.jpg?resize=300%2C251&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"251\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/Safe-Harbor-FB-Post-3-940-x-788-Titled-IdeaJones.jpg?resize=300%2C251&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/Safe-Harbor-FB-Post-3-940-x-788-Titled-IdeaJones.jpg?resize=768%2C644&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/Safe-Harbor-FB-Post-3-940-x-788-Titled-IdeaJones.jpg?w=940&amp;ssl=1 940w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1511\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">We can all be &#8220;Safe Harbors&#8221; for the people around us!<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I never pictured myself becoming an activist, and certainly never thought of myself and the word &#8220;hippie&#8221; in the same sentence. When I was in kindergarten, protesters were the people on the news who shouted at everyone, and hippies were the people hanging out in ragged clothes who looked like they\u00a0 needed a shower.\u00a0 Suffice it to say that it looked as though the 60s had missed me &#8212; I was too busy trying to learn to tie my shoes. Looking back, there were things I did that were very 60s, raising mealworms to feed birds caught in an oil spill, for example. That was the start of a lifetime of volunteering, still I didn&#8217;t think of myself as a real child of the 60s.<\/p>\n<p>Then I started hearing from people who were being threatened and harassed. Who were afraid, for themselves, their families, their friends, and I got mad. Normally I&#8217;m a cheerful sort, and it takes a lot to get me angry, but more and more, people I knew were being ridiculed and threatened. They felt isolated. Unsafe. Unwanted.<\/p>\n<p>It was about that time that I heard of the Safe Harbor pin, an idea that came to the U.S. from the U.K. Wearing a safety pin was a way of signalling that you were a &#8220;safe harbor,&#8221; a person who would try to treat someone with respect. I liked the idea and started wearing one. Then word came that white supremacists were co-opting the symbol, wearing plain safety pins. That was offensive, but to whom could I object? Where was the place I could register my complaint?<\/p>\n<p>So I took my pin and &#8220;tarted it up, &#8221; decorating it, making it more flashy and flamboyant. &#8220;Good luck wearing something like this, asshole!,&#8221; I muttered as I added beads and charms.\u00a0 I posted a photo of that first pin, and heard from people who said they were now going to &#8220;tart up&#8221; their pins as well. I made more pins, fastened them to old business cards (perfect size), and started carrying a few with me. Whenever someone\u00a0 liked my pin, I gave him one.\u00a0 This created some really interesting and enjoyable interactions.<\/p>\n<p>Now, I put two on a card, and ask the recipient to give away one, spreading the hope. I don&#8217;t ask where that person comes from, what he believes, what his personal life is like. If he wants to talk and I have time, I&#8217;m willing to, but the idea is that I don&#8217;t have to approve of someone to offer him encouragement, and he doesn&#8217;t have to approve of me to accept it. It&#8217;s a simple thing, between two human souls.<\/p>\n<p>I have given away almost 100 pins since December of last year. Now, we&#8217;re spreading the hope even further. There&#8217;s a class scheduled for June in San Francisco on making Safe Harbor pins, and in connection with the 50th anniversary of the Summer of Love, I&#8217;ll be handing out pins in five spots in San Francisco. My goal is to hand out 500 pins.<\/p>\n<p>But making 500 of anything takes time and money. My husband and I have been funding this ourselves so far, but to get to 500, I&#8217;ll be running a GoFundMe campaign (more details to come). Donors will receive a set of pins and sponsor a set to be given away. I&#8217;d like to give some away to centers helping at-risk youth as well.<\/p>\n<p>While doing this, I&#8217;ll be putting my sculpting and other artwork on hold. Like I said, making 500 of anything takes time. Mom used to say that time was the gift so precious, people rarely give it to one another. So that&#8217;s part of what I give with the pins, a bit of my time, a piece of my creativity, a morsel of hope &#8212; and then hope that person spreads it, too.<\/p>\n<p>More on the GoFundMe to come.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I never pictured myself becoming an activist, and certainly never thought of myself and the word &#8220;hippie&#8221; in the same sentence. 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