Friday, August 28, 2009

charge of the cow calvary

I will forgo writing down the statistics of my Monday night milking shift—my first I’ve had in a month, due to work coverage and vacation—and instead tell of the comical end to my day. But before I do that I will just mention that since last I wrote, a couple changes have happened. The meanie queenie of cows, Stella, is pregnant and is being dried out, therefore is only being milked in the mornings right now. Praise be to God! Stella has this amazing double kick which once made me do a Neo-esque back bend to avoid catching a hoof to the face. We are now also milking two cows new to the Dairy Barn: Joanna (daughter of Josephine) and Tara.

Anyway, during the warmer weather the cows go out into the pastures to enjoy things like alfalfa, which they L-O-V-E! I normally walk them to the pasture kitty corner to the Dairy Barn yard, however, they are now going to the pasture right across from the Dairy Barn, which apparently is a HUGE, CONFUSING change because first the cows decided to just stand in the middle of the road, CONFUSED. Then a couple cows headed towards the pasture that they normally go into, only to be greeted by the closed gate. After I finally got the majority of the cows headed into the correct pasture a few stragglers decided to walk past the open gate, wandering instead down the road toward the highway. I managed to run in front of Sylvia, Stella and Joanna (and with the help of a community member who happened to be driving by, and who used his car to try and help me herd the three girls back into the pasture). Instead of cooperating, however, the terrible three ran past me, pulling a Hail Mary play in the final stretch; Sylvia and Stella splitting in opposite directions, either of them managing to get past me, with Joanna streaking up the middle.

And so the chase began. There are several (if not hundreds) of moments in my life that I am SO glad no one else gets to witness. THIS WAS ONE OF THEM. Me in my cow poop splattered clothes, jeans rolled up to my knees, knee high muck boots on, running down the road after three trotting cows. I am not a runner in any sense, but there is definitely something even more degrading about my pathetically out of shape self running down the street in muck boots screaming “WAIT!” to runaway cows!

After the cows had gotten by Chris (the community member who’d stopped), I’d sent him to get Farmer MacDonald, but there was no sign of him and the cows were already half way down the road towards the highway. Needless to say that at this point I was having visions of cows being hit by cars and me having to leave community due to the shame that would come with an association with this tragedy!! It is safe to say that I was freaking out a bit. Luckily, about the time that the cows got down to where the bee hives are located, Farmer J popped onto the road (followed by his wife M); luckily they had been in their garden; and it was upon him trying to get in front of the cows that they veered left into an empty field (which has an opening off the road). Upon a quick conversation between J and M they decided that the electric fencing (which luckily had not yet been turned on) could be pushed over so that the cows could get back into the alfalfa field and join the rest of the other dairy cows. J and I went into the empty field and tried to herd the three runaways while M held the fencing down and tried to encourage them back into the field. About the time this was happening Farmer MacDonald showed up and joined the effort (having sensed something was awry since I was nowhere in sight and the gate hadn’t been closed behind the cows in the pasture. As he was heading to help, Chris was showing up to tell him that there were cows out!)

And then after the chase, those rascally cows were back in the proper pasture, joining the ranks of dairy cows. Quite a way to end my work day, making for a hilarious retelling the next morning at breakfast; moments like these are fantastic reminders of the good things about living here. Cows never cease to amaze me.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

little by little or if suddenly...

I stumbled across this on accident today while looking for something else and I am SO glad that I did. This is such a beautiful poem, I just had to share. Lovely, lovely, lovely!

"If you forget me"

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


~ Pablo Neruda

cloudy with a chance of being turned into a movie, and the end of vacation

I feel as though I am still avoiding writing about my time at home in MI, and my time spent here at the Farm over the past few days because I think: 1. I am still processing my time in Michigan, and the long and arduous drive to get there and back, and 2. I think that if I write about my vacation this past week and a half that means that it is truly over...which it is...sadly. Tomorrow I go back to work. And, though I love work, I really love vacation. I have felt like a tumbleweed this past week; blown around and tossed into odd projects; blown into chance meetings and run-ins with friends, fellow co-workers, and not so chance ones too.

So, in the spirit of avoiding the inevidable I will write instead about how it seems like every book is being turned into a movie these days! Here are just a few examples of
books gone Hollywood:

finding quiet

I am an extrovert most of the time and even when I am not around others I still find myself staying very busy; I had a hard time just sitting and being with myself. Upon reflecting on this fact with my friend Christy she shared the below article with me. It is particularly hard for me to make enough quiet time for myself in community, so some of the below advice was helpful. Thought I would share.

Buddhism vs. Speed: Busyness is Laziness, by Dr. Reggie Ray.
by elephantjournal.com on Sep 2, 2008
Busy-ness is Laziness,” by Dr. Reggie Ray,
from elephant journal’s Autumn 2005 issue.

Life emerges out of the silence of our inner being. The life that we have in our mind, the life that is a reflection of our planning, the life that has been constructed out of bits and pieces in our environment—external conditioning, things we have observed in other people, things that influential people

have told us—is actually not who we are. That pre-planned life is rigid. It’s artificial. It’s unresponsive. It doesn’t reflect the life that we were born to live.

As a student of mine observed, obstacles—which are always with us—are not really obstacles when you work with them in the right way. And we have to work with them.

Many, many people tell me “I’m having a lot of problems doing this [meditation] practice because I am so busy. I’m really busy. I have a full life. It’s busy and I run from morning ‘til night.” People actually say that.

Now think about that for a minute. What kind of life is that? Is that a life worth living? Some people feel it is. America is probably the most extreme example of a speed-driven culture—and this is not my particular personal discovery, but something that has been said to me by many people from other traditional cultures. The first time this was said to me was when I was 19 and I went to Japan. Western people are running from themselves and they use the busy-ness of their lives as an excuse to avoid having to actually live their own life. We are terrified of who we actually are, terrified of the inner space that is the basis of the human experience.

We are actually incapable of being alone—of any work that requires genuine solitude, without entertainment, that requires making a connection with the silence of the inner being. The American family engineers a life in which there is never any time alone, where we never have to actually talk to each other. Even dinnertime is around the TV, at best—or we’re just grabbing something at McDonalds.

But it’s not the larger culture. It’s actually us. It’s me and it’s you. We load our life up to the point where it’s about to snap. And when you ask someone to sit down and be with themselves they go, “I can’t. I don’t have time for that.” Now you and I may realize that there actually is a problem. Most people don’t think there is a problem.

We run our kids in the same way—and it’s destroying them. The soccer practice and the music lesson and three hours of TV and homework—it goes on from the minute they get up until they go to sleep. They never have an opportunity to experience silence. Psychological development requires periods of solitude. Anthropological psychology—studying other cultures, as well as our own—shows that when children do not have completely unstructured time, when there are no parental expectations looming over them, they actually can’t develop normally.

We see this at higher levels of education, too. Even the unusual and gifted students at Naropa [University]. These people are disabled, in many cases, because they have lived a busy life, fulfilling all expectations that middle and upper-middle class parents lay on their children because of their fear. The underlying thing is fear of space.

We all have it. I have it in a major way. I am busy. I have all these things that I like to do. When one thing ends, the next thing starts. It’s all important and I have to do it and I don’t sleep enough. So we all have to take another look.

The problem with being busy is that it is based on ignorance—not realizing that by keeping your mind occupied constantly you are actually not giving yourself a chance. We even put an activity in our life, called meditation, where you practice not being busy. Think about it. It’s actually genius. You have added another thing on top of everything else you do, but you are pulling the plug for a period of time every day—so it actually has a reverse effect of opening up and creating space. So you are just going to be more busy now! But this is good, especially in Western culture. People put meditation on their To Do lists. This is something I tell my students: “If you don’t put meditation on the top of your To Do list, it will be at the bottom, and it won’t happen.” I find that if meditation is not the first priority of my day it won’t happen. You know if I am
foolish enough to say, “Well, I have to make this phone call, check my email…,” then it’s over. Finished. “I’ll do it later.” It never happens. Look at your life and ask, “Am I being honest with myself? Is it really true that I don’t have time?”

When I was in graduate school I worked with a Jungian analyst, June Singer. She used to say, “Work expands to fill all of the available space.” The problem is not the amount of things you have in your life, it’s the attitude. It’s your fear of space. Busy-ness in the Tibetan tradition is considered the most extreme form of laziness. Because when you are busy you can turn your brain off. You’re on the treadmill. The only intelligence comes in the morning when you make your To Do list and you get rid of all the possible space that could happen in your day. There is intelligence in that: I fill up all the space so I don’t have to actually relate to myself!

Once you have made that list, it’s over. There is no more fundamental intelligence operating. So the basic ignorance is not realizing what we are doing by being busy. What we are doing to ourselves, what we are doing to our families, what we are doing to our friends.

When my daughter Catherine, who is now 24, was a newborn baby my wife Lee and I went home to my mother’s house. My father had already died. I grew up in Darien, Connecticut—the ultimate suburbia. Everyone works in New York and they are all busy. My best friend from high school came over with his wife, who was also a close friend of mine, and my godfather came over. This succession of people all came in…and Lee picked up on it right away, because she is from Alberta and out there, there is a lot of space!
These people…we loved each other. We were so close. But it was always the same: after 10 minutes they said, “Well, we got to run!” Every single one did the same thing. And Lee said to me, “What are they so afraid of?” Not one of them was actually present. It made me realize why I left the East Coast and went to India. “How far away can I get?” But these patterns are deeply ingrained in us, and running away is not
going to solve the problem. It’s in us.

People on campus always say to me, “Gee, you must be really busy.” I could be standing there looking at an autumn tree. I say “No, I’m not busy, I have all the time in the world.” Now, I may not really feel that way—but somehow we have to stop this mentality. It’s sick. Literally. So I never say to my wife, “I’m busy.” Ever. I used to do it, but it didn’t evoke a good reaction. [Laughter]

“I’m too busy.” I am sorry. I don’t buy it. It’s self-deception: “I am too busy to relate to myself.” I don’t care if you have four children and three jobs—we have one human life. And if you can’t make the time, 15 minutes to relate to yourself, everyone else in your life is going to suffer. You have to realize that you are harming other people by making up excuses and not working on yourself. This is serious.

I do understand that things happen in life, and in the course of a week there are going to be times when you can’t practice if you have a job, a family. But to say that over a period of three months I can’t practice because I am too busy? That is the very problem that you came here to solve. I implore you.
My wife has developed some techniques to help with this problem. I am going to give them to you, and then I’ll ask her permission when I go home for lunch. [Laughter]

Being busy is tricky. We set up our life so we are busy. I do this to myself; this is one of my biggest obstacles. I get excited about things and agree to do things three months from now. But when the time comes I realize it is not a good idea because I can’t do it properly, because I have so much else going on. But I have no choice. I have to go through with it. “God, you idiot, how could you do that!” But getting angry
doesn’t help, because there I am and I’ve got a 16-hour day I have to get through.

Unless you viciously carve out time to work on yourself it’s not going to happen. You have to be brutal about it, actually. If your mind is always busy then you have no sense of the world you live in. Because there is no communication, there is no space within which to see what we are doing. We will end up destroying our lives, and you may not realize what you have given up until you are on your deathbed. By being busy you are basically giving away your human existence.

One of the things about being busy is that it is a un-examined behavior. It’s habitual.

What’s the Point?
So when something comes up and you think “I need to do this,” the first question to ask is, “Why do I need to do this? What am I expecting to get out of this particular activity? What is the benefit going to be?”

A lot of times we actually don’t even think what we are going to get out of it, or what it’s going to accomplish. Amazing. Say I need to call so-and-so right away. Okay: “Why?” You’d be surprised. You think
“Well, it’s obvious.” It isn’t. We have not thought through most of the things that we do at all. We haven’t looked at what the desired consequence is.

What are the Odds?
I may think I am likely to get something, and sometimes I do. But what is the likelihood that something is not going to happen? How sure am I that what I think I am going to get, will happen? What is the percentage of possibility?

Is Other Stuff Likely to Come Up?
This is the big one for me. Does this action have unforeseen karmic consequences? For example: I want to call up somebody and check on something. A lot of times they start telling me some terrible thing
that has just happened. I’d allowed five minutes for this conversation, and 45 minutes later I am still on the phone. We do this all the time. We don’t look at the consequences of a particular action.

It’s like somebody who goes into a cafĂ©, and there is this huge cheesecake right there. You could buy a slice, but you get a cappuccino and sit down with the entire cheesecake and start eating. Now, from a certain point of view this sounds like bliss. And maybe for a short period of time you are going to forget all the pain of the
human condition. I mean, that is the great thing about cheesecake. [Laughter] It boosts your endorphins for 5 or 10 minutes. You feel great! But then, having eaten the entire cheesecake, you feel sick for the next three days.

Strangely enough, this is how we live our lives. We jump on things. Someone asks me, “Why don’t you come to Switzerland, teach for a few days and then hang out in the wonderful Alps?” By the time I get off the phone I am ready to pack. Then I talk to my wife. [Laughter] And she asks me, “Have you considered what a 17-hour trip is going to do to your bad back? Have you thought about that?” And then I get back on the phone. [Laughter]

But, because of our ambitions of all kinds, we are ready to fill our life up to the point where, even if I’m in Switzerland, nothing is different. This is one of the great discoveries: wherever I go it’s still lousy. [Laughter] It’s just me and my mind and I don’t feel good and I have got this work to do and I don’t have the energy. It’s the same story, no matter where I go or what I’m doing.

Except when I sit down and meditate. Then, I feel like I am creating an inner space so I can actually relate to the fact of what my life is, rather than just being in an out-of-control mode. So sit down and ask yourself, “What is important in my life, and what’s less important?” Almost on a daily basis, we have to look closely at the things that remain on our To Do list to see whether they are actually realistic.

Ten years ago, after I’d taught a DathĂĽn—a month long meditation—some of the students said to me, “We feel bonded to each other and to you. We’d really like to keep going” And I said, “Well, we could start a meditation group.” And 10 years later I am trapped with a community of 200 people, called Dhyana Sangha. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful. But I got into it in a blind way. And there are many other things that I do not love in the same way that I get into blindly. We all do that all the time—and we wind up with a life that doesn’t work and isn’t helpful to others.

My ambition to accomplish things is going to be one of the last things to go. I can’t help it; it’s just the way that I am. I see a pile of leaves that need to be raked up and I start salivating. I love to do things. I love to be active. And you can say, “Well, that’s great.” But there’s neurosis in that. It’s a way of shutting out space. This is another thing my wife has taught me: when there’s no space nothing really happens.

I had a wonderful quotation by Chögyam Trungpa up on my wall during my [meditation] retreat. It goes something like, “If there isn’t a complete sense of openness and space, then communication between two people can not happen. Period. It’s that simple.” The communication we have with each other is often based on agendas: negotiating with other people to get what we want. That’s not communication.

My wife taught me that. Insistently. It’s to the point where that busy mind is just not acceptable in our house anymore. It doesn’t matter what’s going on my life. If she comes into my study, I have to be completely there. And that’s fabulous, because I’m never able to get invested in that neurosis. If I do, she’ll let me have it.

Giving up this state of busy-ness doesn’t mean that we aren’t going to be active, creative people. We’re giving up the mentality where you can’t actually relate to what’s in front of you because you have this mental speed going on. Let it go. I’m saying it to you. This is an issue that we are going to have to address if we want to be any good to anyone.

You’ll notice when you work in this way over a period of years—and this is something that I have discovered accidentally—the more you practice, the more you get done. If you sit for 2 hours in the morning, which is a lot for people, you will find that your day is 30 hours long. When you establish sitting, somehow, in your life—when you sit in the morning—your day takes care of itself. Things happen as they need to. There is a sense of auspicious coincidence throughout the day.

And when you don’t sit, things go to hell. [Laughter] Everything runs into everything. You say, “I don’t have time to sit ‘cause I have to do this email.” You run to your computer, turn it on and spend the next 4 hours trying to get your computer to work. This is just how things work.

Magic is actually very down to earth. It’s a part of our lives. It’s going on all the time, we just don’t see it. But when you actually take care of yourself, work with yourself and create openness in your life, life will respond by cooperating. And when you are unwilling to relate with yourself at the beginning of your day, your life is going to give you a hard time.

I got stuck on my first book, Buddhist Saints In India. If I wrote another book like that it would kill me. It was an unbelievable labor. I got stuck in the middle. So I started practicing more, I started doing long retreats. And the book started flowing. The more I practiced, the more the book happened. In a sense, when I meditated I was getting something good done.

I realized that the way you accomplish things in life—whether with family or going to work—is through practice. One hour of work with the practice behind you is worth two days when the practice isn’t there. Things just don’t work well—there’s too much neurosis in it. When I don’t feel busy, things I have to do fall into place. Going through my day with a sense of relaxation, I connect with people. I appreciate the outdoors when I walk to my car. I see the sky.

I encourage you to take a chance: put practice at the top of the list. Don’t make that call if it isn’t something that actually needs to happen—so many of the things we do is to make people like us. “I have to make this
call or so-and-so is going to be upset.” I have a pretty good idea that if you do that you will find that there is plenty of time to practice, no matter how busy you are. Busy people will look at your life and go, “I don’t see how you can do it!”

Here’s a teaching that Chögyam Trungpa gave that has changed the way a lot of people look at their work lives: learn how to invite space into your worklife. The space itself will actually accomplish most of what you
need to do. In the form of helpful people turning up, auspicious coincidences… And in so doing, you are not only opening up your self, you are opening up the world. It becomes a dance. It’s no longer your job to sit there for 10 hours doing your thing, it’s to respond to the way the world wants things to happen. It’s de-centralized.

In Buddhism, this is one of the paramitas: exertion. Exertion is tuning into the natural energy of the world. And when you tune in, you don’t get tired. You become joyful. That you are part of a huge cosmic dance that is unfolding, moment by moment. And you have to change your ideas of what you thought should happen. It requires flexibility on our part!

Busy-ness. It’s the most commonly mentioned obstacle that everyone faces, and I know for me it’s #1. So I thought it would be worthwhile spending a little time with it. I invite you to take a fresh look at your life. Relate to the fear that comes up when we are not busy. Am I still worthy? It’s that Calvinist thing, underlying our culture. But try letting go and lo and behold it’s a better human life, and much more beneficial for other people.

I hope I didn’t upset anybody by saying these things, but I can’t beat around the bush with you. I need to just lay things out as they come up.

The above is adapted from a talk Dr. Reggie Ray gave as part of his Meditating with the Body retreat.

Friday, August 21, 2009

good, wholesome fun

So much to write about, but it is too damn hot, so until I cool off--at least enough to be able to sit here for longer than five minutes--I will repost this old post of mine, which I stumbled upon this morning. It makes me laugh. I hope it makes others laugh too.

9 Ways to Cheer yourself up:

1. Attack a co-workers car with "
Potted Meat," and popcorn (spelling their name with potted meat on windows is very important to self enjoyment). If you don't know what Potted Meat is, go to a gas station with a questionable reputation and you should be able to find it. THe best description I can ulger: spam meets a blender and cat fish

2. Go into shopping stores and use the electronic cart usually saved for the elderly or overweight...find an older person and race them...odds are you will win.

3. While in the
groccery store sing or hum (if you are shy about singing) as loudly as you can, the theme song to the A Team, (if you do not know if, it is also the background music in Napolean Dynamite when Napolean and Pedro are hanging up "Vote for Pedro" signs) and make sure to make phone calls to your friends, referring to them as B.A. Barrackus, and asking them if they still "pity the fool..." Extra points if you dress in Army fatiques.

4. Call people and ask them if "Consuela is there," keep calling the same number, then after calling about 6 times, call back and say, "This is Consuela are there any messages?"

5. Borrow a friends Harry Potter halloween costume, go into the mall...try and open doors by pointing your wand and shouting, "Alohamora!" (That is wizard speak for "open"). While I have not tried this at the mall, it made for an interesting Halloween party trick.

6. Rent a cow costume (complete with udders), and rollerblade through a busy
area...you will make people happy...how often do people in the city get to see cows...and cows that can skate! Good Lord!

7. Pull up next to someone that is blaring their bass-o-rific, speaker shaking gangsta rap at a red light, and blare your music louder...but make sure it is something like The Bangles or Gordon Lightfoot...something really hard core like that.

8. Dress like an celebrity that you may...or may not...look like and pretend to be them for a day. See if people believe you. Or wear a long wig and walk around singing "I got you Babe," all day. People might think you are Cher.

9. Draw a goatee on your face with Crayola washable markers, put on an eye patch and go to the beach...wander around, going up to occasional people laying out, ask them if they have seen your
ship...using a picture of a real ship cut out of a magazine gives you more credibility. Also, ask if they have seen your friend, "The Captain," show them a picture of Captain Morgan.

Monday, August 17, 2009

just another something Monday

Aside from being a bridesmaid for Amos and CJ, I also had the extreme pleasure of being asked to read a poem at their wedding. The e.e. cummings poem "I love you much (most beautiful darling)"--my second e.e. cummings poem; B1 & B2 had me read "I carry your heart" at their wedding. I am not sure why, but I am thinking of this poem this morning as I prepare to spend my last day home in MI--about to take Monster Niece and Nephew to the park before the rains come in again. About to again say goodbye to family and friends after a fast and short weekend home; about to again smoosh myself into a car for 11 hours of driving alone; about to again return to my home and what I love. Time away offers good perspective, no?

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year-

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

~ e.e. cummins

Also, wanted to welcome Vic of the Voice of Victoria! Vic is an old college friend from back home--HOLLA!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

sighs of contentment

As we crept—I swear that time has a way of knowing how to crawl at an ants pace toward the things we look forward to and then fly through the truly enjoyable moments!—through a VERY busy week toward the wedding of friends Amos and CJ there was so much to do! We all had jobs for the wedding, in preparation for and on the day of (a very cool thing which I wish more people did—it really personalizes the wedding experience for everyone when more hands go into the making of it!) B1 was on desserts; B2 was on EVERYTHING—he was bouncing around wherever he was needed; TSO was the photographer; many, many Farmers and family members were on decorating the reception area, flowers, heating and moving food; and my job was the music to be played at the reception: both dinner and dancing music. Over the past couple of weeks Roomie J and I put together playlists, Amos and CJ added on to those lists, then Jenna, S and I added more songs. I spent a day downloading music into iTunes, and finally finished getting the last song (Amos and CJ’s first dance song) at 11pm the night before the wedding.

Aside from our other jobs, the few days leading up to the wedding found us (B1 & B2, TSO, Amos, CJ, S and I) stopping in and trying to lend a hand as CJ cooked and prepped the food for the wedding. We twisted and cut apart dough for appetizers; stopped for a few minutes to stir boiling sauces, sometimes doing little more than chatting with Amos and CJ as they worked. We rolled and tied silverware, got the favors ready, and folded the wedding programs. And then as things were finishing up guests started to arrive: family members from the West, family members from the south, former Farmers coming to us from NY City and Chicago, college friends.

And then, all our jobs came together on Saturday, for what was one of the most wonderful weddings I have ever been to and been in (I think this makes wedding #5 if you are keeping bridesmaid count). It was in a little town in New England where a girl married a boy and all their friends watched on with happiness and pride that two very special people found each other and promised to hang on to one another for life. The wedding was beautiful and special in that small town way: people driving by called out congratulations; the small church’s bell was rung after the vows; silly pictures were taken on the church steps; even sillier pictures were taken at the towns’ General Store after that. It was lovely.

And the reception was so great too. CJ (who “got by with a little help from his friends,”) prepared all the food for the reception. And such food! We had homemade macaroni and cheese, beef brisket, green beans and avocados, salad, farm cheese, chevre from the local goat farm, bread, and so many amazing appetizers whose names I can’t even remember! B1 made the desserts, which were amazing! Chocolate banana cheesecakes, pistachio chocolate cakes, chocolate and orange buttercream cakes—oh my GOD! The food and dessert was AMAZING!

All that work resulted in everyone having a good time and enjoying EVERYTHING immensely. All those jobs came together and made for a day where vows were said; kisses were exchange; champagne was drunk; food was enjoyed; first dances; cutting a cake; and then a really ruckus night of dancing and looking up at starry skies and sighing with a contentment that comes after very special days.

CONGRATS AMOS and CJ!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

"welcome welcome"

Adorable M, daughter to M & N (dear Farm friends), is being taught to say, "WELCOME, WELCOME!" when she greets people at home. (M was coaching her in this the other night when I stopped by). In that same spirit I would like to give a warm, Monster "WELCOME, WELCOME!" to Bill, a former coworker from my life in MI.