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  • Writer's pictureArjanna van der Plas


When I moved to San Francisco in 2015, I was completely shocked by the immense number of unhoused people on the streets of this beautiful city. The people around me were often complaining about the homelessness situation, blaming the city for not solving the situation.

I felt overwhelmed, and tried to look if there were small things I could do, so I wouldn’t feel so helpless. I started teaching yoga at a wellness center for the unhoused, and volunteered at a soup kitchen. And I started writing about my interactions with the people I met there to share my experiences with the people around me.

What started with me feeling powerless in the face of adversity, ended with a beautiful collaborative project.

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