oh, irene

because of the larger-than-life hurricane irene, we had to leave vermont early to head back to boston while listening to three hours worth of chicago's greatest hits. nothin to pass the time like some soft rock love ballads. vermont was declared a state of emergency before the storm actually hit, so we were worried about traveling today. the city of boston is pretty much shut down, so adah and i are having a pajama day at harmonica's place. it's windy and stormy, but that's about it.

to avoid stir crazy, we puddle-jumped down the street to alicia's to go play with her cat. turns out her apartment is above two other apartments of kids with two moms. as we were walking upstairs, a naked three year old invited us in to paint, and on our way down, we were invited inside to make slime with the other family. 

i kind of love hurricane days where we go into nice strangers' apartments, eat their cookies, and get to make three different kinds of slime. wacky world, you are kind of awesome sometimes. 

summer's last hoorah

adah and are ending our summer with one last trip to the east coast. we flew into boston last tuesday, had a short visit with alicia, and uncle ace picked us up to spend a few days in vermont. but first stop: concord, massachusetts, home of walden pond.  

still beautiful, despite the crowds, parking fees, and gift shop. we wondered if thoreau was rolling in his grave, but the man at the cash register assured us that he was not. 


i ♥ vermont. it's idyllic, and the people are so very kind. EVERY SINGLE PERSON says hello and smiles when you pass-- every single one! amazing. you can even drive down a long road in a rural area and encounter a speakeasy happening at a chocolatier.  if you go on a wednesday, you can dip local bacon in fair trade chocolate and have a homemade strawberry-rosewater soda. if you wear a beard-- made out of napkins, feathers, or actual facial hair, you get a discount and a compliment from the loud pianist/accordian player. i love this crazy world. 
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the next morning we decided to visit shelburne farms. at that point, adah had had a string of pretty difficult days, and we weren't even sure if she'd be able to walk to the children's farm yard without another major explosion. it was a close call, but when we got there, it was a joy to see how soothed and comforted she is by animals. i'm really glad we went. 




this is the donkey i tried to smuggle home with us : 
we visited with all the animals, had a nice farm cart lunch, and got to milk a cow and a goat. check that off my hippie bucket list.


we spent our last day in vermont at the mad river. i sat in the sand embroidering a present for ace, while the aunties and uncy swam with bug and skipped rocks. such a relaxing afternoon. our friends shannon and LE, who just moved to burlington, also joined us at the river, which was a nice collision of worlds. afterwards we went out for maple creemies. 


oh, and can't forget this sweet, queer moment:
xo.

the "M word"

"The 'M word' matters. It confers social standing, it confers social acceptance, it confers legitimacy of relationships, and you cannot have equality without it."
 -Bonnie Tinker

this past weekend, alex and laura had their long anticipated wedding in the gorge, which was absolutely beautiful-- not only the aesthetic details which were mindblowingly abundant, but also the congregation of loving people there to gather and celebrate their commitment to each other. i had the honor of speaking about marriage equality during the ceremony, and saying a few words about how proud and overjoyed bonnie would be to witness it. i almost lost it for a minute there, but was able to hold it together. 


paul tinkerhess, who happens to be adah's new favorite human because of his ability to connectwith her so well, spoke about quaker traditions and the spiritual aspects of marriage. he is a poet, and here are his words:

Alex and Laura, family and guests….

I’m honored to be here today for this happy occasion, the commitment of Alex and Laura to a shared life together. I’ve been asked to share some of the little I know about the spiritual aspects of marriage, particularly what the Quaker tradition might have to offer to this couple, and to this community of their friends and family.  As many of you know, Alex’s mother Bonnie, my dear sister, was active among Quakers here in Portland and across the country.

You two are finding your own new and beautiful path, of course, which is as natural as evolution itself.  Especially in this time, copying the practices, the tools for a happy marriage, or your vocations from anyone living or dead may not be sufficient to the present challenge.  Life’s best hope for the future may be for young, bright individuals such as yourselves to aggressively detach your life rafts from the sinking remnants of the dominant paradigm, invent a wholly new set of navigational charts, fashion a compass truer than any currently available, and lead any who are not yet hopelessly lost toward a better world.  Go forth with our blessings and protected by the force field of admiration and envy in which we all hold you today.

But in the few minutes before I am jettisoned, along with my -- and all previous generations’ -- ballast, I want to give you something I’ve found useful toward the goal of staying afloat as you seek your destination through what are sometimes choppy waters.

As many of you may know, Quakers traditionally gather for worship in silence.   We try to settle our thoughts, or “center down”, to find a still place that we feel might give access to what we call “that of God within”.  The key tenet of our faith is that every person has that kind of sacred part. 

So we gather in silence, usually seated facing one another, with no pulpit and no minister.

During a Quaker meeting, if any should sense a leading from within that rises to the level of a prompting to speak, they stand and offer a bit of vocal ministry during the worship.

But it’s what comes after someone speaks in a Quaker meeting that I want to highlight today.  It is the listening, the discipline of pondering what another has revealed in a way that promotes understanding.

When one is settled into a pool of silence that seems to reach the shores of every continent in the universe, that seems to wash against the very source of creation, it is possible to hear even the most foreign, even contrary, insight and delight in the privilege of expanding one’s awareness into the heart and mind of another made vulnerable and transparent. It may be as if others had replaced your eyes with theirs, making your awareness larger, like the eyes of a bumble bee with hundreds of different but equally valid points of view, elevating, if we’re lucky, the levels of compassion and the collective intelligence of life on earth.

In the Quaker view, today Alex and Laura are marrying themselves.  Marriage is not something done to them, or fundamentally permitted or licensed to them, from without: they, in the presence of the spirit of god, are the authors, the “authority” of their relationship.  We are witnesses, and now caretakers for this new flowering of creation.  A Quaker wedding is said to be held “under the care” of the Meeting.  Today, as in a traditional Quaker wedding, Laura and Alex would like all of us to sign the beautiful wedding certificate at the back, which will serve in their home as testimony to this community of support.

Of course this practice, this discipline of meeting of other souls in a place of respect and honesty, a place of safe vulnerability, of affirmation of common humanity, is not exclusive to Quaker worship.  It is available as a tool for all of us to use any time we feel a need to strengthen our connections to each other, to the power of love which radiates from the very source of existence.

So best of luck, you two.  I thank you, on behalf of all of us, for sailing into commitment and faith against the winds of transience and cynicism. And if the balance of oneness and twoness ever swings dangerously toward the pride or insecurity born of the illusion of individuality, I pray that you will strive to settle into that place within that connects you to all even across time, and most deeply to one another.




adah, frances, maryia, and kendell were the flower girls, and they all made it down the aisle with little smiles on their faces. at the last minute bug gave up her job as ring bearer, and this seemed to take away some of the pressure. we've been playing "the morning after" for days, discussing all the joys of the celebration. the week of festivities culminated in an uproarious quaker sing-along with all the out-of town relatives. so happy to be a part of this extended musical family.

alex and laura, we love you both and wish you the best!

lesson learned:


must go camping more often. 

some rites of passage

time to document some days before it's 2020 and i can't remember all these things. this is old news, but the kid graduated from preschool. thanks to alphabetical privilege, she was first. those who love her were a tad worried she would have either a major or a minor freak out, but here she goes, crossing the bridge without a fit, and a sweet jump to boot. she makes us proud, and never ceases to surprise us:


how about a few bullets? that will make this attempt at communication less overwhelming.
  • aahhh, the leisurely summer days. i'm working on a photo collage of my favorite moments. there are so many of them. 
  • adah survived a two week camp at the school where she'll attend kindergarten IN JUST A FEW SHORT WEEKS, even though initially she "hated it more than hating it more than hated it." 
  • anne and i went through some olympian relationship struggles and came out magnificently stronger, and there was nothing left to do but get married in maui on a sailboat by a church of elvis minister we had only known for a few hours. it was perfect. also on my list of to-do's is to write a lesbian divorce prevention handbook. 
  • the wifey and i also went to oakland to witness the marriage of erica and dana, and had a very food and joy-centric antiochian reunion with the besties.
  • did i mention we went to maui? i snorkeled until i thought my head might explode. we had a ridiculously fun fambly vacation-- so lastingly great that i'm not even planning the next one yet. 
  • this is recent:
love seeing the tentative one take risks.