Monday, August 19, 2013

summer days drifting away



We travled to Oshkosh to visit Dad both as he prepped for the EAA AirVenture Air Show and then the next week to enjoy it with them.  The photos will be added to a different post, but the sunset we witnessed when crossing the lake seems appropriate for a note dedicated to summer's end.

I witnessed the most perfect parade wave at Boyceville's Picklefest.  With the 23 beads that she has around her neck, it seems that others thought the wave was right on as well.

It is now August.  I am quite surprised that the summer went by as quickly as it did.  I have to be careful to not bring up in conversation that we moved from the California beaches to this area in just June of this year.  People get jealous, or annoyed, it seems.  For these Wisconsin folk, it snowed 21 inches in May and most already feel like the summer did a lousy job showing it's sun-kisses.

Regardless, the summer has been good.  Many transitions, many hugs, and family galore.  It has been good for my soul to right here, right now.

Family Meeting

My parents were coming across the state.  We planned to celebrate August birthdays and get in some more summertime together.

Friday evening we listened to the talented folk musician Sue West, and lounged about at the Raw Deal sipping wine and coffee drinks, sharing stories, hugs, laughter, and holding babies.

We ordered the traditional Friday evening fish fry feast from a happy little bar down the street and sat outside next to (seemingly) neon flowers at dusk.  It really was perfect.

I had a coffee date in the morning with a friend from back in the day.  It was mentioned that we had a family meeting at 11a the following morning.  "Where?"  I asked.  "At your home," responded the person who should not have said anything.  "I will be there."

The night ended and we went our separate ways.

...I am a planner.  Yes, I like control, although I am working my darnedest to release a grasp of 'needing to have it all laid out.'  I am trying.  So, this weekend was approaching, and I was making a sincere effort to NOT plan...

My mind wondered around the best and worst about this family meeting.  I do have the tendency to jump to extremes.  Needless to say I tried to still my very awake brain.

The next morning at coffee the conversation spilled over and I left later that I should have.  I again tried to be loose and carefree with the minutes that kept changing on my dashboard.

Returning to the home, I made note of the situation.  Dad was reading in the front lawn, Mom was caring for babies, Ryan was reading on the deck, Amber was overly interested in the day-old doughnut holes I brought back and she needed scissors, Mel and Emily were not there yet.  I tried not to be too caught up on the time, but I was late to the family meeting and they didn't seem to mind.  I put the doughnuts in a pretty bowl, waited for Ryan to finish the last two pages of his book and went into meeting mindset.

All who were present gathered under a large tree in the yard... some sitting, others standing, one being held.  I had a couple of announcements prior to the start.  "HaGafen should probably get some dog-park time in before too long."  And.  "If anyone wants to attend the fly-in breakfast, I found out that it is  from 7-11 tomorrow morning."  Ok, that's all I had to share prior to the start-up.

They then looked as Ryan and I and said things like "congratulations,"  "we are so very proud of you," and a bunch of stuff that I can't recall from the endorphin filled state I was in.  We were given crowns and a 'diploma' clue.  I wept.  We smiled.  We laughed.  I cried more.  We were so very surprised.  I love meetings but I certainly was no longer in a meeting mood at that point.







greenest grass in all the land


a pink house called home


Sunglasses from Reno


Bittersweet California, you will be missed


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

April


It has been several months, but I recently wrote a good friend and opted to use the "cut and paste" technique to update the blog as I feel it has been neglected.  

I will bring you up to speed.  

After Crown I was in Colorado for nearly eight years, attending Scum of the Earth and attempting to find my place.  While completing a masters degree, and working as a career advisor, I met Ryan and a long distance relationship took off.  I prided myself with many roles, healthy family relationships, and a positive active social life.  

After I moved to California, I have questioned my identity a lot.  Residence, community, finances, employment, and personal relationship status have changed.  I thought I would be ok, but these changes took more of a toll on me than I expected.

I have witnessed the transformation of a generous and grateful, confident, independent women become someone I do not recognize.

Looking back, throughout the last season I believe I have lived off the spiritual "wealth" (growth/ depth/ understanding) of former years.  I had grown weary of pursuing our creator as the effort felt tremendous, I was tired of giving, so tired of pursuing.  I craved rest.  I was burnt out.


Currently, I am reminded that the Lord does not change, and that my identity in him is secure.  This is why, I mentioned prior that "Life without Jesus is lonely. There are ebbs and flows to all true relationships. I am happy to say, Ill be around for the long, long haul."  I am beginning to find the groove in my relationship with God amidst the ridiculous and awesome changes that occurred.  I am learning a lot about myself; my reaction; and interactions.  I am learning to rest, and learning to rest in him.   ...several months ago I prayed about humility.  I do believe that this father, we so adore, has reminded me of many good and true things that I, in my pride, ignorance, and busyness had grown lax about or choose to turn away from.  I am thankful that my hard heart is softening. 

When I moved to the San Francisco Bay, Ryan and I were planning on staying in this area for 3 years prior to him going active as a Navy Chaplain.  After serious thought, prayer, and time of still, we have decided to moved to the Twin Cities area.  Ryan's family is in Montana, but we will be closer to my side with Wisconsin roots.  

Looking ahead, we are planning to move at the end of May. 

Ryan will be looking at Associate Pastoral positions and I will be looking at the educational field, although- as you know, there are always plenty of whims I am excited to pursue and ideas that yearn to race after.  (Whatever it is, it'll be about *potential and *hope and *love and *worth and *deep, deep care for people, I am certain.)

We are toying with the idea of Ryan going into military reserves immediately, which opens up the possibilities of up to 6mo.s deployment.  More prayer and thought must go into this decision, although it is a tough reality.  When I met Ryan, he was confident in military chaplaincy as career direction for his life.  His decision surprised- himself and his nonmilitary family (his dad was in the peace corp) but being prepared for Ryan grew up in a military based town and completed basic with Marines before he decided he could not consciously 'take a life.'  Ryan views chaplaincy in the military to be a calling from God for him, and now for us, as any other ministry (I wholeheartedly agree).  Oh, and don't get me started, there is plenty that I have question with a heavy heart...  I/we will do my best to love hard on the persons that God allows me/us to interact with regardless of former stereotypes.  It will be an interesting adventure.  Isn't that that way it is supposed to be; Quite an adventure?  

Additionally, I have an endocrine system disease that causes infertility so although we have only begun to work through possible implications, we will have to wait to determine the route that will increase our family size.  If that is to be God's will.
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We live in Marin County which is in the North Bay.  Although we live in student housing, the area is filled with extremely affluent persons, and prominent residents (Anne Lamott, George Lucas), massive houses with staff members, and well manicured straight-from-a-movie downtowns.  Napa is 40 minutes NE, the beach is 13 miles straight W if hiked- but an hour if driven, and San Francisco is a ferry trip or the Golden Gate away.  ...it was an extremely romantic commute when I would ferry into the city for work...  The weather lately calls for jeans and tee shirts, and the neighbor lady has a lemon tree that we have visited.  They're aren't many churches.  And even the incredible seminary that Ryan attends does not bring a lot of familiarity with it's stunning castle-like buildings (which we were wed in!),  a liberal theological backbone and a massive feminist slant within the community.  This area is interesting.  The city (SF) is gritty and painted in tourism and rainbows.  Berkeley and Stanford and Silicon Valley and Wine Country make this area fascinating, with old wine and new technology, true hippies and flaunted degrees.  I will certainly miss it when we leave.  It has a bit of my aching heart and calloused knees, and desperate prayers for God's redemption.  But, I am excited to be traveling onward.

Here's to hoping you and yours are well.  Please share your stories and nowadays when you have time.