Each Sunday Fairfax High School transforms its grounds into a sprawling landscape of booths that sell their wares from 9 am to 5 pm. The wide range of goods from handmade creations, vintage finds, and apothecary items sends out the signal and the market quickly becomes saturated with YouTubers, re-sellers, and the hippest kids from the next towns over. I recommend arriving shortly after opening to avoid the entrance line that grows near midday and as for parking, I had lots of luck north of the market in the surrounding neighborhood.
The entrance fee is $5 and it is cash only so make sure to have a fiver or a friend who can spot you and don’t worry– once inside, the vendors take card or venmo. The campus grounds allow for multiple ‘sections’ of the trading post, making it a bit tricky to tell where you’ve already been and where still left to go but I think it often takes a few visits to each booth to really see everything anyways. With plenty of shade and space, I enjoyed the people watching and seeing a record number of Saint Bernards in one place (4) !
There are certainly some pricier booths selling upcycled vintage clothing, handmade tufted rugs, crafted wood furniture, and other high-end goods but there are still good deals to be found at Melrose. Whether you’re looking for new jewelry, some stickers, or a secondhand clothing find you will certainly have some luck saving some bucks. Due to the widely varied nature of each booth, it is not always appropriate to haggle with the sellers as is common practice at many other outdoor markets, however, you can always try to negotiate. I think any Los Angeles native or visitor would thoroughly enjoy this Sunday Trading Post– there’s something for everyone!
Learning to love poetry only a few years ago, I really resonate with contemporary poets who discuss all the complexities and complications of a heavily intersected world. These collections are intentionally arranged, creating a cascade of revelations and reflections, connecting with readers beyond the inaccessible bounds of traditional, restrained poetic verse.
Passing the one year mark of the beginning of this cascade of crises means we have started to circle back to our own tail, forgetting what we were looking at before this all began. Romantic social distance movies have been released, sitcoms have incorporated pandemic procedure into on-screen reality; once unimaginable things are now taken in stride. Beginning reflection while still in the eye of the storm can be a tricky task, certain perspectives are often inaccessible without the marination of time passed.
Here in San Diego restaurants bloomed over weekend with petals of pedestrians vying for one of the limited seats at the newly reopened outside dining establishments. It is heartening to see the community gathering together to uplift their struggling neighborhood eateries even as pandemic pressures weigh heavier than ever.
Here in quarantine the months have flown by quickly while glimmers of hope have become fewer and farther in between. For many, January brings about more of the same: loneliness in the day to day, anxiety over what is to come, and worry for our loved ones who are facing their own hardships.
My journey of self discovery and healing has lead me down many an unexpected path. I’ve encountered traditional talk therapy, online wellness summits, Buddhist meditation practices, and the study of energy itself through both a holistic and a quantum physics lenses. Each teaching has contributed a piece to the cornerstones of my personal wellness practices. In amassing as much research as I could, I came to realize that despite the clear variations in doctrine, many approaches to a sustainably positive lifestyle are marked by the same goal : awareness. An answer so disguisedly obvious that I evaded it for years; seeking around the bush, believing a more actionable remedy was sure to be hiding under this false floor. The word itself even appeared as an empty redundancy, the inadvertent effect resulting from the physical act of opening one’s eyes– seemingly omnipresent & easily accessible, awareness didn’t present itself as the complex answer that I was seeking.
This Halloween I will be starting off my celebration bright and early by heading to the polls with my mom and sister. Many things have become uncertain this year but one undeniable result is clear– things are changing.
No matter where you fall on the publicly partisan and personally political spectrum, this election falls at a critical point of questioning and it is vital to make sure your voice is counted as we consider where we go from here.
Make sure that you make a plan to vote and don’t let this year’s obstacles dissuade or dishearten you. Go to https://www.vote.org/ to make your voting plan today.
My most reliable marker of time is consistently my own body. Each day approaching 4 PM I feel a repetitious collision in my brain: my encroaching exhaustion hitting a crossroads with my seemingly unaffected to do list. I gaze at my nearby bed longingly but I know better than to surrender to my assortment of plump pillows and fuzzy blankets– I’ll never get back up. I decided to turn to coffee to provide me with the fuel to keep pushing through my assortment of tasks as the day winds to a close.
“In order to engage in meaningful dialogue we must come to the table respecting all participants equally and then we must do something that is quite difficult indeed: we must ourselves become as empty vessels, ready and available to receive. If we can’t do this, we might as well not enter into discussion at all. To do so is only pretense.”
For my birthday this year my grandmother gifted me a subscription to The Sun magazine, along with a copy she had previously read. She had recommended the magazine to me a few weeks earlier and I had been intrigued by the website but hadn’t found any readings online.
Eventually, that initial gifted copy was slated as next in my reading rotation. I read the full issue in only a few days; only stopping in an attempt to savor the remaining pages for the days to come. I wasn’t sure when the next issue would arrive and it was good, like very good. I found the fiction to be impressive, the poetry insightful and the political perspective refreshingly candid.