Instead of blogging last night, I spent a couple of hours with a dear friend. Then, my youngest decided he was going to make pancakes at 10:00. He isn't a snacker, so I guess he didn't eat enough dinner. We made pancakes...and I didn't blog. Sometimes life has other plans. OK.
In honor of today's rulings by the Supreme Court of the United States striking down DOMA and Proposition 8, I am inspired by one if my favorite leaders of social change...
I shared today's decisions with my children. I believe in them and honor those who are Standing on the Side of Love. I shared the decision regarding Voting Rights as well. That was no celebratory conversation, but I feel that I should share historical moments with my children and allow them to make decisions on their own. This I do in the hope that they will find involvement in their world to be a priority...that they will stand up for what they believe...and that, hopefully, those beliefs will be on the side of love.
WALDEN is the obvious publication most attributed to Thoreau, but there are so many others as well. I added it and CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE to Embree's high school reading list this week. LETTERS TO A SPIRITUAL SEEKER is next on my own list. Of course, I am not in agreement with all of his thought, but his writing has influenced decisions I have made about my desired place in society.
A famous Unitarian Universalist, there are at least two UU congregations in Texas that use his name, Thoreau Woods Unitarian Universalist in Huntsville, and Henry David Thoreau UU in Stafford. Of course, Thoreau is a common topic in UU homily and conversation.
As for me, I am drawn to the questions and the willingness to find my place within society from outside the typical societal framework.
For the next week or so, if there is no exciting, breaking news around here, I will be sharing with you a few people who inspire me. No particular order and the list won't be exhaustive. I look for inspiration every day and would hate to think I've met or read the words of everyone who will fascinate me.
First on the list...
Founder of Chez Panisse, a restaurant in Berkley, CA long considered the ideal in whole, local cuisine. She has worked to put gardens in schools and to promote urban gardening in food deserts. I would welcome a chance to dine at Chez Panisse above any other well known eatery. More so, I would so enjoy hearing Alice Waters speak.
Packing has begun. With just a month until moving day, I am determined to be ready and not rushed.
Started with the dining room...got it all in seventeen, yes 17, boxes. That does include most of the small knickknacks in the living room too...but, yes, I do have ample amounts of dishes and glassware.
We have a showing in the morning, then it's on to the classroom. I hope I can hold on to my resolve to pare down there.
A day full of shopping with teenage girls in stores that are the same in Tennessee, Kentucky, California, and Timbuktu. Locavores, they are not. A Bath and Body Works here is just as exciting here as there. It's what I call Walmart Culture. Every town has one, with the same merchandise. No room for crafts people or one of a kind. They love it. I find it creepy. That's just part of finding your way as an adolescent, I guess...within reason.
There is one thing that I love that is the same in Tennessee, Kentucky, California, and Timbuktu...the moon. It serves as a reminder of our important, but minute place in the universe. When we find ourselves all wrapped up in the worries of every day life, it's nice to remember.
Happy Solstice! Summer is here in earnest. Looking forward to all the adventures it holds...tomorrow.
A whiny puppy and a mostly packed dining room last night followed by a long drive to Tennessee to see my parents today have me beat. Three dogs, three boys, four teenage girls, and three sleepy adults are all tucked in safely for the night.
Today, I received a small package in the mail containing two ink cartridges for the printer. Brice followed me around until I opened it, not because he was curious about what was inside, but because it was his plan to build a Titanic out of the box.
He carried the box around all day and sketched out the shape he planned for the hull and bow and stern. Finally, after dinner, he gathered up scissors and packing tape, and an old cereal box and we built it together. Then he kissed and me told me he appreciated me so much!
Tomorrow a small fortune in moving boxes and packing supplies is due to arrive. It'll be all I can do to get him to leave them be...but what a giant Titanic we can build once we arrive in Kokomo!
I pared down my three china closets today. Yes, three. I will be taking two in the move, but losing the largest, so a great deal needed to go.
Of all my belongings packed away, the things in here are the most precious. I have my grandmother's tiny porcelain dolls and her crochet hooks. There are pottery pieces made by my dad and a very special adopted grandmother to me. Yes, I even found the cork from our wedding champagne and a paper napkin from Embree's coming home party.
But look at this photo!
The dining room table is full and stacked pretty high in places. Trying very hard to let go of
things that hold no sentimental or useful value to me.
If you see anything that you want, let me know...I'll share!
The attic now beckons...that should be interesting!
My dad...a man of few words, an observer.
He cultivates abundance in any tiny pot of soil and seedling.
He sees the world in the beauty of a single flower,
And shares it in the light in a captured moment.
Happy Father's Day, Dad!
Thanks for sharing your quiet wisdom and unfailing love with us.
I love you.
I am from a beautiful part of the country. I no longer take for granted the beauty of the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina where I was raised. I am overwhelmed by the beauty every summer when I head back up the mountain for a visit.
Likewise, the beauty of the Bluegrass region of Kentucky has not been lost on me these last ten years. I enjoy new landscapes and new adventures.
Kokomo and Central Indiana have their bright spots. I am learning to enjoy seeing the farm houses and wind turbines. Watching the height of the corn change each time we visit is fascinating and the square traffic patterns around said corn and bean fields are somehow comforting in their predictability.
This is no Western North Carolina, but I see a different kind of beauty in this place. The beauty of the landscape is not of the natural sort, but a reflection of hard labor and our mark on Mother Nature. It's almost systematic in appearance. To me, it's about the people. I see the people reflected in the land. I am looking forward to spending some time here with these folks. I will always be a mountain girl, but I am glad to be here now.
We negotiated an offer on a house in Kokomo today.
Hope to close and move in about 30 days.
Hope to see some action on our house in G'town soon.
Gonna be a challenge, but we'll be together.
More to come...
Though this year's blog goal is a post everyday, I have come to the realization that we are in an unpredictable time in our lives and I need to cut myself some slack. After traveling back to Georgetown on Monday, circumstances dictated that we return on Wednesday to see a few more houses. We need to make an offer this week and get Todd moved off campus. We rushed back and talked long into the night about the best of some less than perfect choices, then we hunkered down to ride out the thunderstorms, and that was that.
The good news is that we are a little closer to having a home here. The next 24 hours will decide.
There is a fine line between thankfulness and attachment. It is easy to allow oneself to slip from gratitude into grasping without realizing it. I am trying to enjoy the giddiness I feel today without allowing myself to feel the need to be glutinous.
Here's the thing...we found a lovely UU church and community in Indianapolis. It has some of the things I love about our Lexington church, some of which I worried we wouldn't find again. There is an active program for the kids, there are so many welcoming folks, and the great hall, like ours, has windows all around that allow us to enjoy nature while we enjoy each other. It has potential.
Here's the part that makes me feel so blessed, unbelievably blessed...the Indianapolis Museum of Art is two miles from the church. Two miles!
Of course, the galleries are there, but there are gardens and outdoor instillations. There are trails and art lessons for the kids. All free. All make me so giddy.
We spent much of the afternoon picnicking and exploring the 100 Acre park on the IMA grounds.
Here's the part, though, about it all that makes me the happiest. I can walk in the museum, down a short hallway and be standing, literally, an inch away from a Georgia O'Keeffe original. I can stand so close that I can see the brush strokes that she made with her own hand. There is a connection across time with this person whom I admire so.
It isn't my favorite O'Keeffe, but that does not matter. It is her hand. I can see bits of unpainted canvas and light pencil marks. It's moving. I intend to stand close as often as possible without making a glutton of myself.
There are always things in our lives to be grateful for, no matter what else is going on day to day. Today was a gift in so many ways. A new church home for our family, a lovely day exploring art together, and a private moment for myself. I hope that I can remember this day when I am old.
Headed back to Kokomo to visit Daddy and see a few more houses. Missed the famous Strawberry Festival this morning, but looking forward to First Friday downtown tomorrow night and the Farmer's Market Saturday morning. Todd has already made enough friends here to be asked to be a judge in the annual Rib Fest Saturday night. Sounds like a fun weekend.
Crossing the Ohio River. I think of the Underground Railroad every time.
Namaste banana... The things we do on car trips to amuse ourselves.