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.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Photography










Impact



We spent Super Bowl, (Emily's birthday this year!!) at Jeff's home.  Jeff, Dori, Sherri, Bentley, Sarah, Dan, Cameron, Ian, Ryan, and I sat around to withstand the blackout and the 49er's amazing almost-comeback.  We sat at the edge of our seats consuming a traditional game day feast wishing the end results were different.  Ryan especially.

Although the game was a disappointment, it was not a tragedy.  We were not sad for long.

We found out Super Bowl morning, Emily-day morning, that one of Ryan's classmates had passed away.  It put a cloak of numbness on the day.  In the hours to follow, I heard more glimpses into the reality of how Kimberlee Rasmussan lived her life.

Another blow came, as I heard that my mama's mama passed away.  My Maine Grammy and the thoughts, memories, and stories flooded this mind.  Alice Grey passed away in her sleep- I am not sure how much more peaceful it could be than that.

People, our loved ones,  their frailty and the profound impact of life and one another.  We have been reminded in this season.  As we are weeping; we recall, we celebrate, we breath deep, and we continue.

Postnuptial Depression




Ordination Exams

To be employed within ministry positions in a church, you must first typically be ordained.  To be a navy chaplain, you must be ordained, and it is required to be involved within parish ministries for 2 years (usually as a pastor, interim pastor, or associate pastor) prior to military service.

Ryan took all four of his ordination exams.  Theology, Worship and Sacraments, Exegesis, and Polity.

It was daunting, and quite a lot of pressure.

I am proud of the many hours he spent studying.  I am proud of the tremendous effort Ryan relentlessly put forth.

We will find out the results in March.
After this point, we can apply for employment within churches.

Another idea is to apply for a year-long clinical in a hospital setting for chaplain experience.  Gaining hospital experience can improve chances to get into a church, as well as give more time for us to be together prior to the possibility and reality of military deployments.

 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Elephant Seals & Blue Whale Spouts

First 2013 Sunset at the Pacific Ocean

We spent New Year's Eve watching San Francisco fireworks from Sausalito.  Sausalito is a wealthy, bay-side, water-rimmed town in the North Bay.  There a plenty of boutique shops filled with eye candy that no one ever needs.

New Year's morning we spent consuming eggs benedict, mimosas, and screen football with friends from the San Francisco Theological Seminary community hosted by the generosity of the Wilson's.

We then headed to Stinson Beach to hang out with the Pacific and welcome in the New Year together.

As I think about that time now.  I am reminded of generosity of others, and generosity of God.  The beauty of sunset and sunrise occur on a daily basis, the beauty of laughter and reaching out to connect with people occurs on a daily basis.  I, we, can choose to participate or not- to receive or not, but the generosity still occurs all around us.

Happy New Year.  Happy New Day.
  

Farewell 2012; Howdy 2013


White Wisconsin Christmas




Ferry the Night Away

Racing to the parking lot as spaces filled
Caught the 7:10 ferry at the Larkspur Ferry Depot in the morning
The quiet of the sea of people was somewhat unsettling
Still faces seemed hardly alive; hardly awake
Begging not for eye contact, pupils darted away
30 minutes of watching the waves splash up, teasing the window

Can one saunter slowly in the crowd of the hurried?
Heels clicked through the Embarcadaro Ferry Building

A rushed three blocks to the stairs leading to the dark
Waiting for the 7:46 reunion
Genuine care through a well-wishing bid and the offering of the daily news
The metro pass out of my leather bag and ready to swipe
Languages, Germs, Concrete Tunnels
Two steps pass the yellow line as the door closes

Not trained for the jostle of a subway
Digits grasp the metal rod, planted feet

Lights on, At the desk with hot Earl Grey while all halls are quiet
The department officially opens it's doors when it is 11:00 a.m. in Minneapolis
Closed door when it is 9:00 p.m. in New York City
Say farewell to stranger colleagues
Walk through the dark to met the city lights
Past the subway diversity towards the mighty waves

Greetings exchanged with the night boarding crew that have befriended this woman
Laughter towards the lengthy suited cue of booze anticipation; we ferry the night away







December Babies



Birthday galore!!!

Ryan's 32 birthday was December 1, my 31 birthday was December 6.

I bought him cake, he made me dinner.  Both were delicious.

...ask him how to make beet soup.  He has some secrets.


Wedding Week

The wedding week was a blur.  Other individuals had told me that it was going to go by fast.  I was still surprised how quickly it went.  I fondly recall the week unfolding.

Sunday, Ryan went to Tahoe for his bachelor party that was going to last a couple days.  The guys went to tour the Sierra Nevada Brewery and went to casinos in Reno.  There was a wicked snowstorm that made Donnor Pass difficult to traverse.  The vehicle was stopped on the side of the road for more than several hours.  They finally made it to a fancy Tahoe condo that was a gift from one of the ushers, Cameron.

Monday, I was preparing for a week of company.  I am certain I took a bath in attempt to relax and "pause" in the moment.

Tuesday, Bethany arrived in the morning.  After picking her up we had a lovely lunch and were able to connect up before quickly picking up hair dye and then off to gather Amber, Fiona, and baby Tallulah at the airport that evening.  It was the first time I meet my new niece, whom at that point was 2 months old.  Bethany dyed my "accident blonde" hair back to something tamed and natural that night.  We were so tired and delirious.  Bethany and Amber were both rock stars and such AMAZING support- I was beginning to feel a little bride crazy.

Wednesday, after Bethany cut my hair in the morning.  Bethany, Amber, Fiona, Tallulah and I went to San Francisco to go on the Alcatraz tour.  Ryan was being dropped off from his Bachelor party and had not left the Reno casino until 3 am that same morning.  Mom and Dad Kersting were arriving from the airport.  Claire was meeting us as well.  After some quick parking and a little running we all made it.  The tour was fantastic.  We left knowing a bit more of the history.  It was so surreal for all of us to be there.  After the tour, Claire headed out.  The rest of us walked Fisherman's Wharf and went to Boudin's for sourdough soup bowls.  Fiona had a corn dog at one of the stands.  That evening, Ryan and I went on a date.  We walked to a little French resturant in San Anselmo and had wine and dessert, starred at each other a bit and took in the day.

Thursday, Amber, Bethany, and I went to take care of girl things in the East bay, while Ryan went to pick up Mom Schlimgen and Maggie from the airport.  Mom and Dad Kersting made omlettes and danish puffs, and organized our boxes of wedding hoopla while watching Fi and T.  The plan was to take the ferry into the city that evening but we decided against that.  Instead, we walked the town of San Anselmo, stopping into the small shops, and ate as a group at The Orchid (which has sadly has since closed it's doors- these folks made roses out of your straw wrapper and served thee best coconut thai soup I have ever indulged in).  Megan, Emily, and Victor meet up at the airport and rode together to San Anselmo.  Veta, Ray, Sophie and Amelia were due to arrive late that evening.  Our families and the bridal party that did not have prior arrangements were all staying at the Shaw Guest House.  A massive and beautiful victorian home on the grounds of the San Francisco Theological Seminary.

Friday, we had the morning to set up the reception area, which was taking place in Alexander Hall.  We couldn't find the floor plan, and the lights we not getting strung.  Jolene and Cory arrived to help set-up. The rehearsal was at 12.  It was excellent to see everyone, SO surreal, so rushed.  I was overwhelmed.  Ryan, Ben, and Lucas took charge for the rehearsal.  Proceeding the rehearsal we went to Muir Beach for a sunset bonfire, smores, conversation, and quiet.  All guests were invited.  Ryan and I were surprised by Jeff as he allowed us to ride back from the beach in a top-down convertable for a starry, romantic ride.  That evening the girls got together and made me cry, as we sat in a room ate tasty desserts and spoke of lovely exciting things... wedding things.

After the romantic ride back from the beach, Ryan and I determined that we would not see each other until the wedding ceremony tomorrow.  It was a good decision for us.  We wrapped our minds around the events.  I slept in a room with my sisters, and I had a hard time drifting to sleep.  I was SO excited.

October 27, 2012: Highlights
The weather was stunning.  80 degrees, slight breeze.  The leaves were changing and vibrant.
Our ceremony site venue was castle-like.  The chapel we exchanged traditional vows in had stained glass.  The victorian house that family stayed in was used for the cocktail hour; popcorn, buffolo vodka, and hot cider.  A hall with one side that was all-windows was used for the reception; we danced, and ate, laughed and hugger.  Dad, Mom, Amber, Emily, Victor, and Cameron gave toasts to warmly advise, celebrate, and welcome us into this new role.  We all wept.
My worlds collided.  Our worlds collided.
We know incredibly beautiful and generous people.
We got married, on this day.
...a happy tear rolls down my cheek now.


(stop back for more pictures soon)

Ryan dropped off amazing treats at the hotel prior.  We had fresh berries, ginger, and aged champagne just to name a few.  We were up until 5 a.m. talking about the amazing day we were a part of.

The next morning, we returned to have breakfast at the Shaw Guest House and headed to Napa for some wine tasting with family and friends.  Ryan and I left for our honeymoon after a wine tour.  We went to California's Ireland.  And we would recommend the area to all...

"Travel just an hour north from San Francisco and it’s like you’ve gone overseas – there at the end of the picturesque, winding road through such quaint towns as San Anselmo, you come to a preserved part of the California coastline that looks like it came right out of a commercial for Irish Spring.

But this is not Ireland. This is the Point Reyes Seashore, an awe-inspiring landscape that brings together the land and the sea in a concoction sure to stimulate the senses. Broad, sweeping, rolling hills of green work their way to the craggy cliffs that signal the beginning of the Pacific Ocean. Best of all, this area is relatively untouched by man. Take a hike on one of the 125 miles of trails and, with few exceptions, you’re sure not to be bothered by hordes of tourists.

A weekend away and a world apart might be a good way to summarize a getaway to the Pointe Reyes Seashore, a startling contrast with the metropolitan area that is so close to the south.  Just about an hour’s drive from the San Francisco Bay, we found the Point Reyes Seashore Lodge. While not actually on the seashore – there are no lodgings on this part of the coast – this comfortable country inn is located very close to the action. The Seashore area’s Bear Valley Visitor Center is just a two-minute drive from the lodge, and the town of Point Reyes is only a little bit farther.

Even without the seashore nearby, the Point Reyes Seashore Lodge is an enchanting retreat of its own with its unique architecture – kind of a cross between a Cape Cod mansion and a modern hunting lodge – and its peaceful grounds. The lodge is located in the tiny town of Olema, where Sir Francis Drake meets Coastal Highway 1. There are a couple of restaurants in town and not much else, but our suite at the lodge offered a warm fire, plenty of reading materials and a gorgeous view from our balcony overlooking the lawns, walkways and streams that are all part of the inn’s two-acre backyard. 

After settling in, we took one look at the sunny weather and decided it was time to quickly make our way out to the far reaches of the Point Reyes Seashore – about a 45-minute drive from the inn – where we wanted to visit the famed Point Reyes Lighthouse. 

It sometimes can be foggy out here but, during our visit, we enjoyed clear views all the way out to the Seashore as we drove along the “Irish” countryside, making our way ever closer to the spectacular cliffs leading to the sea. 

At the end of the road was the lighthouse, an easy -- if slightly uphill -- 15-minute walk from where vehicles are parked. The lighthouse is way out on a cliff and, just beyond, there are miles and miles of open sea. For more information on Point Reyes Seashore Lodge, phone (415) 663-9000 or visit www.pointreyesseashore.com"