When Iām stuck in my head/overthinking/ruminating, I know itās time to reconnect with my deepest nature - just being a silly little animal on this earth. Love and nature = the best medicine, no risk of overdose. This poem by our beloved queer angel @andreagibson has become a mantra for me when Iām down or out of sorts. Maybe it can help you, too?
9 years ago we met in a cute little dive bar in east Austin,Texas at one of the iconic Lesbian Wedding parties. Summer was playing drums with @tomboiband and I was fan girling stage left. Our connection was immediate, profound - old and new all at once. Weāve lived a lot of life over this past (near) decade. Weāve grown older, had a baby, planted some gardens together, and through it all have become closer in the constant unfolding and unveiling that is building a long term relationship with someone you love. One year ago we finally celebrated with our loved ones and shared our vows and commitment to one another in ritual with our people. More photos of our SUPER CUTE wedding guests to come, because those deserve a post all on their own, but until then, hereās a little slice of the cake. We met on the spring equinox and chose this day to call in the energy of spring and new beginnings. Bonus pic of us on the winter solstice in 2020 getting legally married over zoom on our couch! Thank you so much for capturing our day @dandeliongatherings and thank you to everyone who made this day so special for us, especially @_kate_marie_ of @kabloomin who put together the most whimsical, fantastical flower displays Iāve ever seen. P.S. my mama @sewbettyjane made this dress for me. What a labor of love and an unforgettable part of this memory!
Happy spring equinox, happy Astro new year, welcome Persephone! Hereās one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson to celebrate called āSome keep the Sabbath going to Churchā -
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church ā
I keep it, staying at Home ā
With a Bobolink for a Chorister ā
And an Orchard, for a Dome ā
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice ā
I, just wear my Wings ā
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton ā sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman ā
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last ā
Iām going, all along.
Return of the Sun Prayer
What a gift to grow old
To feel the years on your face
And the wind at your back
To map time like rivers
Fine lines of memories
How sweet
To witness the little crows feet
Imprint upon the same eyes that witnessed
Loose teeth, teenage woes
To see the same little girl staring back
At a mother, a woman
Who feels wholly changed and
Completely the same all at once
What an honor
To count so many years
After holding the hands of death
Last breaths
To carry the losses so heavy
And yet
To be here, another year
We owe it to ourselves
to live the life we yearn for
To dig our heels deep into present joys
Fuck an anti-aging cream - Give me the sunbeams The baby screams
Hot tea poured into a friendās cup
Give me the love Iāve cultivated and
bless it tenfold
A sunset birth, a motherās word,
A spell that sets in motion an eternal story of love
Gemini full moon, late luteal phase, waxing-poetic-chaotic-energy so Iāll keep it brief: life is messy and gorgeous and Iām grateful for it all. Also 2 year olds are awesome. Much love yāall ā¤ļøšæ
