thirty threadbare mercies

The outward expression of an inward grace.

Big Love December 26, 2011

Filed under: Parenting,Personal — rheabette @ 3:24 pm
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It’s ironic that I am obsessed with shows about big families: The Cosby Show, Parenthood, Brothers & Sisters, etc., but in reality when I get together with my husband’s huge family I am instantly overwhelmed.  Growing up, it was always just me, my parents and sister — we rarely hung out with extended family, and almost never in a big group.  On vacations, my family’s idea of “together time” was to each read a book in a separate room of the rented cabin.  When Joel and I got married, I told him I’d be happy with a 50 person guest list, and he just straight out laughed in my face, and I learned my first (of many!) lesson about joining a Haitian family.  Our wedding had close to 180 guests, and I’m so glad I adhered to his list, as it was the most fun I have ever had in my entire life.

Christmas is a big deal in his family, and for the past 3 years we have been unable to attend, as flights to the East Coast skyrocket at this time of the year.  It is only by the generousity of his family members that we are here this year, and I am incredibly grateful to be all together, especially since it is the first time in 7 years we have managed to do it.  A lot has happened in that time — the children have become amazing young adults, and have been replaced by a new generation of little ones, my daughter the youngest of the bunch.  So, it is sweet and special for all of us to experience one another’s company, but it is also so foreign to me that I can only handle about an hour of it at a time before I have to go hide.  For instance, right now everyone is watching a movie together, and I am up here, blogging while Olive takes a nap on my chest.  I could put her down, but I tried that before and she woke up, totally freaked out to be in a new place all by herself.  So here she stays, and I have an excuse to feed my introvert with some alone time.

Olive worked it out on the dance floor while we all sang carols.

There are 18 people staying in this house, and in 2 days we are going to meet up with about 16 more in New Jersey, at which point my brain will probably explode.  Don’t get me wrong, I am incredibly excited to see every single person I’m visiting with.  But as I do unfathomably better one-on-one, I wish I could have “office hours” with each of them, connecting on an incredibly deep level or just laughing together, as long as the number of people in the room never exceeded 4.  In fact, my favorite Christmas moment so far was on the way over, when, once Joel & Olive rightly fell asleep since we caught a very early morning flight, I got to watch the sun rise at 75,000 feet and meditate on the incarnation.  Oh, and of course read my Vogue magazine that I’d been saving.

Olive's new favorite.

Of course, Olive loves the huge crowd, and that makes every second worth it.  She has decided that our 17 year old nephew is her absolute favorite person, and much to his chagrin, she climbs in his lap whenever she can.  I don’t think he’d mind except for that fact that everyone then fawns over it and takes a ton of photos.  Joel and I often reflect on how funny it is that these two weirdo-introvert-artists had this little sunbeam of an extroverted child.  On the flight over, naturally she made friends with every stranger she could, literally inserting herself in family reunion hugs at baggage claim.  I guess it beats being the kid everyone is hoping will just get off the damn plane already (there was a howler on the way over, but thank God, it wasn’t Olive), but it means Joel & I have to have a lot of strange small-talk conversations with strangers.  I’m actually getting kind of good at it.  The trick is to actually let yourself care about the woman who wants to tell you the whole history of the rescue dog she’s taking with her on the plane all the way to Boston, and to get really invested in the story of why another lady chose to wear bell-shaped earrings and bracelets that make her look like a walking Christmas tree.  Joel made friends with the nun from the Church of Latter Day Saints (did you know they had Sisters?  It was news to me) and it paid off in her being so sweet to all of us the whole way there.

Anyway, we are having a blast, especially since I know when I am reaching my people limit and need to go hide in the bathroom or something.  It’s way too damn cold to go for a walk, so sitting on the edge of the tub with a good book (have y’all read Mindy Kaling’s memoir?  It’s HI-larious) will have to suffice.  Now it is time for me to stuff my face with delicious Carribean-New Englander food.  Merry day after Christmas!

 

Endings December 22, 2011

Filed under: Christianity,Episcopal musings,Loss,Parenting,Personal — rheabette @ 9:48 am
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Today I am finishing up three and a half years at a job that has been so much more than a paycheck — it has been a calling.  What I am learning is that I have several callings — to be a mother, a wife, a chronicler of souls, a writer, and, perhaps, something new I have not discovered yet.  Endings are always difficult, but it is especially hard when it happens in a way you would not have chosen for yourself.

Lately I feel like God is really pushing me and my family into the unknown, asking us to prepare for a great change, and the push has not been a gentle nudge but rather a series of strong shoves.  It is very apt for the season of Advent, actually, which is a time of preparation for the pains and joys of the incarnation.  Anyway, this poem by the great Mary Oliver is totally my jam today:

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ by Mary Oliver in Dream Work (1994)

Also I just NEED to laugh today, so there is this, which always makes me smile:

One part inspiration, one part humor — that is how I will get through this time of endings and new, scary beginnings.

 

Best Albums of 2011, According to The General December 21, 2011

My husband is an amazing musician and music-aficionado, and so I asked him to do a guest post of his Best Albums of this year for y’all, and for me, so I can hold my own in our epic conversations about music and culture.  I dig where he went with it, including the most Disappointing Albums as well.   So, cue up your Spotify and get ready to hear the best tunes of the year.

Brought to you by Joel St. Julien, aka The General from Ellul:

Albums of the Year:

Shabazz Palaces – Black Up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67cx9M2c51M
Let’s go back to 1994. Blowout Comb came out. In my opinion, it is the best Hip-Hop album EVER. Digable Planets were in their prime and all was aligned. Then they just dropped off the planet. Back to now. This album is what Hip-Hop should be in 2011. Abstract, forward, dark, Afro-dystopian. I love this album so much and I only gave it a chance a few weeks ago. It’s been on repeat ever since. Hands down best thing I heard all year.  Why? Because it includes all of the right elements. The listener is brought into an environment that Palaceer Lazaro creates. It’s dark, filled with imagery of a Black boho mystic. Sometime mystics don’t make sense…they use language that we are uncomfortable with and sometimes even seem to fall into thinking we don’t understand. It doesn’t make it untrue. There is a feeling that the music is made without trying to prove anything. With lyrics like, “Free to be enslaved to all these things I can’t escape, Trapped inside imagination tickling at my face,” that sounds like vulnerability to me and I’m down.
Burial – Street Halo
http://www.hyperdub.net/
I first heard this on the Radiohead Office Charts on their website. I am slowly making this curve into 2-step, garage whatever else the hell they call it. I love it. It’s dark and it’s danceable. What I learned about this year is that I have to move more.

St. Vincent – Strange Mercy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jv4lgFrL7U
I’ve been pretty removed from talk around her in the past because I immediately labelled her as cute gal who sings and makes longing faces in all of her pics, thinking that people like her cuz she’s cute. Whatevs. Then I saw her play the guitar. Annie Clark has skills, not just looks. The first track of this album kills.

James Blake – James Blake
http://onethirtybpm.com/media/full-album-stream-james-blake-james-blake/
Yep. I believe the hype. It may just be one album for this guy and he falls off the face of the Earth, but this one album is amazing, moving, minimal and subtly rich. It got me interested in creating music again seeing that this young gentleman who is 21 years old is making some really great music. Everyone says that he’s dubstep. I don’t know what dubstep is…I’ve heard post-dubstep in some reviews…All I know is that there is a groove to the music that is deceptively simple and he uses a vocoder in a way that reminds me of a futuristic, but timid Zapp and Roger.

tUnE yArDs – WHOKILL
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/musicblog/2011/apr/11/tune-yards-whokill-album-stream
I like tUnE yArDs because Merrill Garbus is not only a talented musician, but an extremely intelligent woman. I’ve really enjoyed her openness around cultural appropriation, especially around indiedom’s new found lust for “World Music.” She holds tension which is the absolute sign (to me) of a mature artist. Big dance factor + the live looping aspect of her creative process = we’re good to go.

Tim Hecker – Ravedeath, 1972
http://www.sunblind.net/
This album is an underwater dream and has created my favorite song of 2011.  My friends Chris Schlarb and Victor Ribandeneira put out an album called “flowers (eating) words.” This was my invitation to drone music and was truly an album I studied and then delved into a deep research of drone and experimental electronic music. Since then my ear has been quite close to the ground. Finding this album was like coming home to me. Hypnotic, haunting and absolutely stunning. Note: One would be doing a huge disservice to the artist and themselves if they listened to this album over computer speakers. Listen on some nice speakers or headphones, then close your eyes.

Deerhoof – Deerhoof vs. Evil
http://www.myspace.com/deerhoof
You know I love Deerhoof. These put my baby to sleep in 2010 and EARLY in 2011 they released this album. Definitely got mixed reviews, but I loved it…DEERHOOF!!

Kouta- Orinda EP
http://kouta.bandcamp.com/
A former classmate at Pyramind put this out and his stuff is by far the most interesting stuff I’ve heard come out of that place. Kouta aka Luca Young has a lot more music in him and I can’t wait to hear it!

Favorite Songs of the Year:

Tim Hecker – No Drums
Put on your headphones, close your eyes and listen. This is by far the most beautiful thing I’ve heard this year.
http://vimeo.com/19809409

James Blake – Unluck
When the polyrhythmic drums come in, I’m sold.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQ8-2E6OuC8&feature=related

Radiohead – Separator (Anstam RMX)
Did some more research about this guy and I’m in love. Makes an OK song awesome. Plus the broken beat just drives.

Das Racist – Michael Jackson
The chorus says enough.
http://soundcloud.com/transdreamer

Beastie Boys – Make Some Noise
It definitely put a big smile on my face to hear some Check Your Head/Ill Communication era Beastie jams. This son just makes me happy.
http://soundcloud.com/thisisfakediy/beastie-boys-make-some-noise

tUnE-yArDs – Powa
This song makes me want to make love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-o4qK8p-Fc

Little Dragon – Ritual Union
Smooth jam of the year.
http://vimeo.com/21336663

Albums I haven’t heard yet and should:
Bon Iver – Bon Iver
Fleet Foxes – Helplessness Blues
Serengeti – Family & Friends
The Roots – undun
Oneohtrix Point Never – Replica

Disappointing Albums:
Panda Bear – Tomboy
Dude, I really liked everything you’ve done. A lot of people love your album, for some reason it didn’t capture me at all. With that said, I’m not shelving you because I know you’ve got more goodness for the future.

Bjork – Biophillia
Another amazing concept that I just found boring and hard to listen to. I really like the track Crystalline and Rhea and I joke that she’s singing, “Crystal Light!”

Radiohead – The King of Limbs
I never thought I’d see a day when I would not really like a Radiohead album. I love this album and I hate it. These dudes have always been challenging me to expand, but this album left me feeling really unsure of how much work they actually put into the album. It just feels unfinished and unfocused. That may be the aesthetic they were going for but it just didn’t resonate with me. I know this is petty, but Thom Yorke is kind of becoming that greasy, Euro-techno dude and I don’t know if I like it. I mean that hair?  OK, I’m done. When I see them live again, I will probably enjoy the songs.

Das Racist – Relax
This album reminds me of Aesop Rock’s Bazooka Tooth. There was so much amazing hype before the album came out. I was completely hypnotized by Aesop’s amazing flow and thought this album was going to be unstoppable and it just felt like so many folks just hyped the album out of obligation because we all really wanted it to be good. I feel the same way about Relax. These guys put out two amazing mixtapes last year that absolutely ruled all earth! I saw them live and they did not disappoint. So of course I was excited about their first proper release and it just didn’t translate to me. Honestly it was the beats that didn’t translate. Other than the El-P produced track, the production felt thin. I still have hope though because these guys are way too smart.

 

So, there you have it, folks.  To make it even easier for you, here’s a link to a Spotify mix, to check out the tracks directly: JSJ’s Best of 2011

What do you think of The General’s list?  Post your own in the comments section — I need some good music for the months to come.  XOXO

 

Lifestyles of the Broke and Fabulous: Ten Tips to Survive and Thrive For Less December 20, 2011

Perhaps you’ve been reading this blog and thinking, “Hey wait, you can’t be as poor as you say you are.  You live in the 2nd most expensive city in the world.”  And to that I say, “Touche.” and “Exactly.”  Surviving in this Never-Never Land that calls itself a city is an art that over the past 8 years I have been trying to master.  It is completely exhausting but the rewards are the almost constant experiences of beauty all around, so I’m going to keep running this marathon as long as I can, because the views are amazing.  Here are some sneaky tips I’ve used along the way so far:

1. Clip & Collect: Do y’all know those Bed, Bath & Beyond coupons, that come in the mail so often you’ve considered wallpapering your apartment with them?  Yeah, those shits don’t expire.  They say they do, right there on each one is an expiration date, but save ‘em up, bring ‘em in, and watch the price of that wet-vac go down, down down.  What we do is collect them for ages then bring them in and use them all in one-fell-swoop, buying all the crap we’ve gone without all damn year.  For instance, right now here is a list of the things that have broken/gotten ruined in our house that we are too poor to replace: the toaster, bath mat, mop, ironing board, set of wine glasses, and teapot.

2. Live Simply: Of course we don’t do such luxuries as pedicures, vacations, and air conditioning.  However, there are also a boatload of things we consider “luxuries” that other people consider necessities: smart phones, cable, a house, a car, and juice.  That’s right, juice is a luxury in this home.  Enjoy your tap water, luckily in SF it comes from Hetch Hetchy and tastes delicious.

3. Work that Transit System: If you live in a 2 person household, and you can only afford one monthly fast pass, one person uses it all month, then, on the first, gives the old one to the other person, who gets free bus fare for the next 3 days.  That doesn’t work on BART, just MUNI — you get to use the old pass for 3 days of the new month.  If you are poor, you’re thinking “Yeah, No doi.  Everyone does that.”  If you are rich, you’re thinking “Ew.  The bus.”  But if you’re new to SF and are somewhere in the middle, you’re thinking “The gross bus could be free 3 days a week and then maybe I wouldn’t mind so much when someone sits next to me with a live chicken in a plastic bag, because I didn’t pay to ride 20 bumpy blocks to the park.”  In that case, you’re welcome.

4. Safety First: The next time you need a pair of glasses, you may be looking at all the designer ones they put out, dismayed at the price tags for nerdy-looking boxy pieces of plastic to wear on your face.  In such a situation, ask for where they keep the safety glasses.  I recently had to get glasses, and instead of paying $300 for fancy-pants frames that would probably only have made me look more like Zooey D., I got safety glasses, which are durable (important when you have a 15-month old who says “No!” and knocks the glasses off your face every time you wear them) and sort-of-chic, especially when you have to do a whole bunch of welding.  And they were $10, including a 2-year warrantee!

5. Book It: I estimate that I have saved $884 this year by utilizing my public library.  They have this great feature where you can look up books online, request them, and have them shipped to the library closest to you.  Then you go and pick them up from a special area by the front door, check them out yourself, and read to your heart’s content.  What I like to do is browse my local bookstore, picking up & buying the tomes I have to own forever, but making a list of the ones I just want to try out.  Then I go home, request them from the SFPL, and await my treasures.  It’s the closest thing to Netflix for books out there, and I feel like I’m getting a present every time I get the email saying “your books are in, come and get ‘em.”  Also, they have Family Passes to all sorts of places in SF, you can check them out like a book and go to the Zeum, the Zoo, the Academy of Sciences, and the like.  How do you think Olive got to see the giraffes this year?  The public library saved that day of course.

6. Community Culture: Before we had Olive, we spent over three years living in community with some awesome folks, in a huge 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment with a back patio, roof access, a washer/dryer and a dishwasher.  Living with roommates is pretty much the only way you can live in a place in SF that is big enough to ever throw a party.  And the parties we would have… they were so epic that we would read about them the next day on the internet.  We would look around and realize we only knew a quarter of the people there.  I met people at those parties that were in my own house that I cherish as friends to this day.  The costumes, the dancing, the gossipy hook-ups — it is all legend now, as we live in a place where we can’t even sit 4 people at the dinner table.  Anyway, as long as you can, live in community.  Then, when you can’t, join a church or other spiritual community.  This will provide you with a venue for your tamer events, like birthday parties and baby showers, and, more importantly, a whole bunch of people willing to invest in you on a heart level, who care about your soul and your living situation.  Plus, if you’re lucky, they’ll be great cooks and you’ll get a free meal once a week at the delicious potlucks they organize. I’m not saying that you should join a church for the stuff you get being a part of one.  I’m simply saying that if you want to live in an expensive city but you don’t make bank, you’re going to need other people in order to do it.  That brings me to my next suggestion:

7. No Shame In Your Game: If someone offers you something, something you really want and could use, say yes.  Practice with me now, “I accept.”  There are a lot of people in this town that make a lot of money, mostly in the tech industry, and are also incredibly generous.  They don’t use their money for evil, they are kind-hearted and as baffled as the next person as to why they make so much more sitting at a computer than they would teaching children in a classroom.  Often, they will offer to buy you a meal, or take you to a show, or give you a ride to the beach.  This is not your moment to be a martyr, to be prideful or embarrassed.  It is the time to give them a chance to use their money how they want to, and to promise to pay it forward, if you ever find yourself in the situation to do so.  When I look around my bedroom, I see that almost all our furniture was handed down by kind souls who couldn’t use it anymore.  They are lovely pieces, and I am grateful for them.  They make me think of the people who gifted them to us, every time I use them.  Wouldn’t you rather think of your friend Doris than your buddy IKEA when you use your dresser?  I thought so.  So say yes.

8. Charming Child = Free Babysitting:  Our kid is wicked cute and likeable.  Therefore, folks line up to hang out with her.  We have yet to have paid a babysitter for a date night.  Our friends love our child and find her more entertaining than a night at home watching sitcoms.  So, do your best to have a cute kid, and rad friends, and you’re golden.

9. The Swap Economy: For six years, I swapped massages for Pilates classes with a wonderful massage therapist who became a close friend.  It was a win-win: I got body therapy every other week, she got toned abs with a boomin’ soundtrack.  If there’s something you want in your life — homemade jam, haircuts, whatever — see if there’s someone that would swap for a similar good that you are talented at.  Paint pictures for roller skating lessons.  Grow vegetables for knitted scarves.  Make a friend in the meantime.

10. Don’t Skimp Where It Counts: There are two things we shell out for, gladly.  One is childcare.  I grew up going to whatever daycare my parents could afford, and hated a good part of my childhood summers as a result.  Therefore, we have been doing a nanny share with a wonderful nanny who gives our child the best care possible, and we get another family to bond with.  The other thing we have tried to cut corners with and have just submitted to coughing up hecka cash for is coffee.  SF has some of the best roasters in the country, and once you’ve had Blue Bottle or Philz you simply can’t go back to Folgers in your cup.  So we pay for it, and love every damn sip.

As I am about to be even poorer than I was before, I am gladly accepting your tips in the comments section.  How do you save money and manage to look so good, dammit?  Fill me in, I’m dying to know.

 

 

Tethering Between a Whirlpool and a Falcon December 13, 2011

Filed under: Christianity,Dance,Inspiration,Mothers,Parenting,Personal — rheabette @ 3:48 pm
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Happiness is doing one thing, fully and with singularity.  When you are holding the baby, you are just holding the baby, conscious perhaps of the regulation going on between your two bodies, but not much else.  When you are reorganizing the bookshelf, you are reorganizing the bookshelf, when you are reading Woolf you are reading Woolf, and so on.  It is when we fragment, try to multi-task every moment of our lives, that an overall malaise and exhaustion from constant juggling occurs.  This is commonly known as stress.

Unfortunately for me, lately, when I am holding the baby, I am not just holding the baby.  Sure, I’m aware of her body adjusting to mine and vice versa, and in that one moment I am content.  But then my mind is off, sorting through the horrific dreams that have been besetting me, the to-do list that only grows in its complication and impossibility, the difficult nexus of emotions surrounding this time of my life and this time of year.  On Sunday I was standing in the circle we create around the altar, waiting to receive communion, my hands an open cradle for the host.  However, my mind could not mimic this openness to religious experience, and I stood there with waves of overwhelm about my life situation crashing on my head, feeling that I might just drown from it then and there.  Then I took the bread, I drank the cup, and I chose to swim.

It is that level of being unable to put aside the constant stream of troubling thoughts and feelings that has led my body to revolt against the amount of stress I am putting it under.  I have developed painful sores in my mouth, swollen lymph nodes, and a neck so tight you could use it as a nutcracker.  I woke up yesterday from a string of nightmares that involved self-mutilation, cannibalism, and mermaid-hunting to find a text from my nanny calling out sick, and an email from my bank announcing my latest overdraft.  I think I have figured out why the colors of Christmas are green and red — you bleed green the entire season.

In the midst of this period of stress, painful endings, and fear of the unknown, I performed in the Student Showcase at my dance studio this past Saturday.  I had not performed dance in 3 years, and it seemed an unlikely time to take on such a challenge — already overtaxed, I was nervous, tired, and horrified that I had to wear tight spandex pants in public (as you all know, I have a pants aversion.  I tried to get the group to at least wear sparkly hotpants over the workout pants of choice, but they weren’t game).  However, it was a wonderful experience, full of joy and life.  Dance is a huge part of my life — if I could, I would take class every single day, for 3 hours per day.  As life stands I get there 3 times a week, for one hour each, but it is a glorious hour for me, a time to let go, move my aching bones and pretend I’m Harry Shum Jr.  I have wrangled a few friends to come to class with me, but for the most part, this is a part of my life that I do on my own, albeit with the whole set of amazing dance friends that I have made over the years.  The Showcase was a chance to let my non-dancer friends and family come see what I am up to all the time, without the pressure of having to shake it themselves.  I invited a few friends directly, but felt too shy about the whole thing to make a big deal out of it.  I am grateful that a few good friends and my loving husband came anyway, as it really added to my experience to have their smiling faces in the audience.

 

The person I was most excited about seeing me dance was my daughter.  As I previously established, Olive loves to dance, a fact that brings me an unending amount of glee.  I was hoping she would make it through my whole performance without crying or falling asleep, so she could share in the moment of her first dance performance.  Indeed, she adored every minute of it.  I wonder what it was like for her, to see the Mama she usually sees catering to her every need in a much different role, careening around the floor with strangers, jumping and twisting and spinning.  I hope it was inspiring to her.  After I performed I went and sat with her, and she gave the other pieces her full attention, as if this was the best entertainment she could possibly imagine on a Saturday evening.  At the very end, when I went down for the final bow, she stood on her dad’s knees and clapped, then picked me out of the crowd of dancers and held her arms up in her incredibly charming way of saying “Pick me up, Mama!”, which she does so vehemently that her chubby cheeks are squeezed together.  It was lovely to have her there, and, most of all, extremely important for me to have a joyous accomplishment at this time in my life of difficult endings and stress about the future.

I have been slowly cleaning out my office, and as I do so, I’ve found a whole bunch of whimsical artwork I’ve done over the years: skulls, owls, cupcakes, angels, monsters, teacups, and the like.  Within that horde I found one I did at a time in my life when I felt I needed to choose between two important things.  It was made up of mostly swirls and dotted pathways, and it said in big letters, “Tethering between a whirlpool and falcon”.  That was the phrase that had come to me, when I was trying to make that tough decision, and what I ended up choosing was… both the whirlpool AND the falcon, neither perfectly as I wanted them to be, but rather as I could have them, in their imperfect reality.  In my tethering, I simply expanded to hold them both, sky and sea, and though it hurt I see now that it was the right choice.  I hope I can bring that into my current transformation, allowing myself to become larger in the midst of it, not closing down and shutting the door on my past or becoming a small, bitter person as I look to my future with cold practicality.  I want to take my time in the tethering, and see if a new way arises, one which my current mind, so full of all the urgencies of this season, cannot fathom yet.  I want Kierkegaard’s purity of heart to will one thing, but I want that one thing to be ever expanding, allowing me to be here, now here, now, here.

 

Petitioning St. Nick December 7, 2011

Dear Santa,

First of all, please accept my apology for my lack of correspondence the past 20 years.  When a frenemy at a sleepover unceremoniously exposed you as a fraud way back then, I took her at face value.  However, now that I’m a part of the Anglican tradition, I believe in the communion of all saints, and in asking the dead to pray for me.  When my priest referred to you as a “visiting Turkish Bishop”, I did some research, and found out that you are indeed real.  This week heralded the Feast Day of St. Nicholas, so I’m finally ending my two decades of silence not to give you a list of demands, but to ask you for your prayers as I try to re-envision my life.

Santa, I think it’s pretty well established that I need a bit of a break.  It’s been a rough couple of months, and I could really use a nice end-of-the-year ritual.  I have been learning, painfully, that one’s happiness is directly correlated to their expectations.  Therefore, rather than expecting certain things to occur, I am trying to have a vision for what I want for my life.  But there is a lot that is holding me back.  For far too long, I have been under the belief that I needed to have the most challenging life I could possibly imagine.  For some reason, every time I’ve looked for a job, I felt compelled to work with the hardest population, in the most dangerous neighborhood, for the lowest pay I could find.  What was I trying to prove here?  Don’t answer that, Santa.  I think part of the reason you receive so many letters each year is that you never write back.  You just show up with gifts.  Maybe that should be my calling card, too.  Never respond to any correspondence, just break in to people’s houses and give them stuff.  Really awesome stuff.

I remember my parents would always say that the very best presents were from you.  They’d sign their name on the little ones, but the truly great gifts, like the Game Boy when I was ten, were always from St. Nick.  Thanks for that, dude.  I’m counting on that kind of goodwill now, when I need it most.

Without further ado, here’s the stuff I really need this year:

1. Empowering, creative, interesting work that pays me enough to provide my family with a roof over our heads and food on our table, consistently and without constant fear of a missed paycheck.  I want a job that includes my whole person, my body-mind-spirit, but also pays me a living wage for a mother.  I don’t think that is too much to ask, as I am not even being specific about the sector I want to work in.  For the first time ever, I’m expanding my horizons to work in the for-profit world, confident that I could bring my own brand of creativity and life to an advertising firm as much as I could to a public school.  Surprise me, Santa, with the opportunities you send my way.  I promise not to turn them down just because the Old Me wouldn’t have done them.  I’m ready to let go of who I am to make way for who I am becoming.

2. Affordable housing that allows my daughter to have her own room.  Olive is getting big, and she needs her own space.  However, housing in our fair city is insane.  Seriously, if any of you reading this do not currently live in SF or NYC, you will be appalled to hear what a 2-bedroom apartment goes for here. I am frequently embarrassed when talking to friends from Philly by what I pay for a tiny 1-bedroom, or I would just come out and tell you here.  I have been incredibly grateful for our little nest thus far — it is close to public transit, my dance studio, and lots of awesome things to do.  So, ideally, Santa, I would stay in my neighborhood, despite the fact that the only park nearby is wildly dirty and in an unsavory part of the district.  Once again, your work here is made easier by the fact that I am now willing to branch out.  Joel and I have even been talking about *gasp* moving to the East Bay.  I’m scared of the fashion implications and the potential loss of community, but I am trying to trust.  Don’t let me down.

Yup, there’s only 2 things on the list, because I really, really want them.  You know what, Santa?  I’m going to throw you a bone.  If you can’t swing a rad, moderately well-paying job and affordable, slightly-more-spacious housing, I won’t judge you.  Just buy me some sparkly things, and we’ll call it a wash.  I can be the shiniest work-at-home-mom on the block.

This dress would suffice.

 

 

 
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