On a warm summer evening, sitting atop the steps of the Old Mission Santa Barbara,
Taking it all in…
The Rose Garden
And the hula dancers practicing there.
The golden and glittering world below…
A memory of what once was and a fantasy of the future.
Six years ago today, on a warm 80 degree day in beautiful Santa Barbara, I married my best friend, Ryan. We’ve been driving each other nutty ever since.
The wedding was amazeballs but the best part was the ceremony. Read for yourself.
Never thought about it before today but there really is a difference between resolutions and goals. I never would have met Ryan had I not resolved at the start of 2004 to “feel the fear and do it anyway.” That resolution set off a chain of events that led me to him. Perhaps resolutions are an expression of intent and goals have concrete steps leading to a tangible result. They might be quite like peanut butter and jelly – best when served together. I think I’ll cook up a resolution pie with a side of goals this year.
It’s equal parts strange and sad that it took something as troubling as the Casey Anthony trial to drag my lazy bones out of the sludge and back onto the page. I just finished reading Alice Sebold’s “The Almost Moon” yesterday in which an almost lynch mob takes place so the subject is still lingering with me today. In the good old days, lynch mobs used to have to be present to do their dirty work, that is, to exact revenge upon someone they believed to be guilty of some crime. Today lynch mobs have moved into the 21st century and have taken their “power in numbers” tactics to the internet.
For weeks, people have been riveted by the Casey Anthony trial. The coverage has been plentiful and it’s been a popular topic of conversation around the water cooler. All of us seem to have an opinion and each of us feels entitled to said opinion because, well, we’ve all been watching the live play by play on t.v. or reading about it on the internet. Today the verdict was in. Each of us, a vested interest in the outcome since after all, we’ve spent weeks listening to highly incriminating evidence. And the jury found the woman that (so many people believed to have) murdered her own daughter…not guilty. What? How could that be? Because the jurors did their job, that’s how. They listened carefully to the evidence presented to them and to the judge’s instructions and they made a difficult decision, a decision that a lot of people were going to be unhappy with, a decision they probably weren’t happy making.
So now my favorite social networking site feels like a war zone and has me replaying this song over and over in my head: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slKNd22GGaQ There’s a very angry virtual lynch mob running rampant, egging each other on, spewing hateful words, casting stones, and I find myself compelled to defend a woman that I don’t personally care for. Perhaps it would’ve been a different story for me had this not been a capital punishment case and someone’s very life in peril. But whatever the reasons are, I find myself feeling very proud of that jury for taking this case seriously, for doing their job, and for not treating it like a popularity contest. I find myself equally saddened by people’s reactions to the verdict and for the anger they are displaying towards the jury. It is a modern day lynch mob and it makes me sad. All I know is that if it was me or someone I love on trial, I’d want to feel like a fair trial, one in which the prosecution was required to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt and in which I was innocent until proven guilty, was possible. I’d rather err on the side of not ever locking up or legally murdering an innocent person because I do believe that what goes around, comes around…eventually.
And you know, who’s to say something good can’t come from something so bad? I’m sure I’m not the only parent out there that holds her kiddo a little tighter and loves her a little more every time I read about a tragic case such as this. I choose love. Hope I always do.
A sweet moment, captured.
When Jubilee was born she communicated to us using sounds, mostly by crying and cooing. Before long the crying and cooing evolved into grunts and words and gesturing. Soon she was speaking like a champ. Then came the art. Bless her little art! She recently began making representational images that tickle her parents to death. I love seeing the whimsical creatures she creates, all eyes and hair and ears and chins! I should have known that writing would come snowballing right out of her after her super cute creatures were born yet it still surprises and delights me to no end when I see her working independently to learn to write her own name. It began by learning her first letter, J. Then came her misspelled name, J-U-B-I-O, a nickname she’ll probably have forever. Then came an improved spelling of her name, J-U-B-I-L-E-E-E! Kind of like sliding into home…Jubileeeeeeee! Wheeee! And from spelling aloud comes spelling on paper. I’m trying to remember all of these steps she makes to reach her goals. I want to remember how she used to be as well as what she’s become. I don’t ever want to take it for granted that I’ll remember how she used to make her J’s using three strokes, a straight line down, a hook, and a lid. That is why I save practically every piece of art Jubilee makes. I feel so blessed and honored to observe and document her journey through life. Maybe someday I’ll stop seeing little bits of beauty and wonder in everything she makes…but I hope not.
Tis’ the season for Nutcrackers, Snow Queens, and Sugar Plum Fairies, especially in OUR house! Sometimes actions speak much louder than words. With that, let me present my very favorite Sugar Plum Fairy, Lil’ Miss Jubilee!
Christmas is upon us once again and I’m determined not to go broke this year. That means hitting the sales and getting the best deals by being an early bird. So I’ve already ordered my Christmas cards…before Thanksgiving!!! Gasp! Whatever happened to that young procrastinator I used to know so well? ;o)
This year, I’m going to celebrate the season with thoughtful, meaningful, fun gifts from the heart. I’m thinking handmade or at the very least something that I purchase simply because I know in my heart of hearts that the recipient will love it as much as I loved giving it. I may be lousy at keeping in touch with loved ones throughout the year but I always and without fail send a holiday greeting. That’s why, despite my tradition of not doing any Christmas anything before Thanksgiving, I decided to order up our cards early this year. If you don’t receive one, please don’t be offended. It must be that we’re not friends…yet or I’ve lost your address or have the wrong address or…