What a beautiful day. What a momentous decision. The Supreme Court has ruled today to enact marriage equality in all fifty states. All bans on same-sex marriage are overturned, all marriages recognized in every state. This is HUGE and so wonderful. From Justice Kennedy’s majority opinion:
No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.
Just beautiful. I had a good little happy-cry this morning thinking about how Malcolm will never know a time before full marriage equality. This is not the end of things, as many people are pointing out– there is still so much work to do to have full equality in every sense– but this is a step in the right direction. A gigantic rainbow-colored glitter-covered step. Hooray!
Ok, so I thought I loved using Project Life to create photo albums (erm…. scrapbooks) before Malcolm came along– I am about to go full-on evangelist about this shit. I’m using the physical products (as opposed to doing it digitally, which lately I’ve been doing with my regular week-by-week album) to make his baby book, and I am pleased as punch about the result. It’s just photos in pockets along with journaling cards, but how cool is it going to be to look back on this in twenty years? (or two months… whatever…)
This is what I’m doing. I have the 3×4 journal cards in a little box with a pen, and every time there’s something new, or something I want to remember, I grab one and write it down. I’m usually writing it to Malcolm, as in “Today you ate sweet potatoes for the first time” but there are a few cards where I forgot and wrote in the third person and I care not at all. And then at the end of the month, I count how many 4×6 and 3×4 photos I need to fill the empty slots after the journaling cards go in (I’m doing about eight pages per month), choose that number of photos, order them from Persnickety Prints, and slip them in once they arrive. I’ll generally try to put photos that go with the cards, as in a photo of him eating sweet potatoes will go next to that card, but if it doesn’t work out that way again, I’m not worried. It’s really nice to have a record of all of this stuff. Even better is being completely caught up on it all the time. I can imagine how people get stressed out because five years later they haven’t yet finished the baby book… you wouldn’t think that’s a thing, but it is totally a thing. Which sort of speaks to this cultural assumption that moms are solely responsible for the documentation of their children’s lives, as well as the planning of Pinterest-worthy birthday parties and Instagram-worthy nurseries, but I digress. For whatever reason, I really enjoy putting together these albums. What ya do?
I used to write posts about books I had read recently. Now I’m writing a post about books I’d like to read if I only ever had time to read, in the hopes that doing so (creating an intention) will magically create said time. Here we go!
Landline by Rainbow Rowell
I read her books Eleanor & Park and Attachments and they were both quick, light reads, the kind that you think are going to be predictable but then they’re not.
The Umbrella Man and Other Stories by Roald Dahl
I love Dahl’s children’s books, and just recently realized he wrote books for adults too. Could be fun.
Torch by Cheryl Strayed
I’ve been following her since Dear Sugar (I have a connection in the writing world and so I knew who she was before it was released… shhhhh), thoroughly enjoyed Tiny Beautiful Things and Wild, so I think her first novel is a pretty safe bet.
Asleep by Banana Yoshimoto
Delicate Edible Birds and Other Stories by Lauren Groff
The Private Lives of Trees by Alejandro Zumbra
The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin
I haven’t read anything else by these authors, but they look interesting.
Full disclosure: these are affiliate Amazon links. Why not? But truth be told, I get most of my books electronically (which is why the photo up above is of actual physical books I have, unrelated to the list) from my local library. Most are available that way, though some of them I have to wait a few weeks for. Which is fine– that’s why I have a running list of books I’d like to read.
What books are you reading this summer?
I try to keep this blog mostly yoga-free now that I have a blog over at my teaching website, Ashtanga Yoga Minneapolis. But I’ll just leave this here: three posts that I wrote over the past year about yoga and pregnancy.
On Pregnancy and Ashtanga
Because ultimately what we’re all doing on the mat is loads more than making shapes, so in the course of a lifelong practice, changing up the shapes for nine months is a drop in the bucket.
Third Trimester Practice
I was given this advice early on in my pregnancy: in terms of asana practice, do what feels nourishing for you. Not what you think you should do, or what’s correct– what feelsnourishing.
Yoga Practice After Childbirth
There is a perception that Ashtanga is a very linear practice: the carrot/stick method of mastering one pose and getting the next. And that may be true initially, but a few years in it becomes much more circular: a process of un-learning and re-learning.
Did you ever see the recent remake of Into the Woods? I did not. It was one of those things that slipped by– it came out on Christmas last year, I think, when I was deep in the newborn haze and I kept meaning to find a way to see it and it just didn’t happen. I’m listening to the soundtrack right now on Google Play and it’s pretty good! So far quite true to the original, which I love so much.
Lots of things have slipped by in the last six months. Six months! But really, it’s just been lovely, because having a baby is basically an excuse to say no to things you weren’t all that interested in anyway. And, you know, a few movies that you can catch on Netflix in another six months anyway.
Malcolm is ridiculous. Ridiculous. Loves bouncing, loves standing (with an, er, assist), soooo close to crawling but not quite there yet so he gets a little frustrated. He’s getting up on his hands and knees a little bit here and there– he just needs to figure out how to move forward. We’ve discovered that the quickest way to make him laugh (this giggle he has could end wars) is to surprise him– turn your head to the side, get really quiet, then turn your face to him and say “BOOOGLEBOOOGLE” or some such thing and he’s in stitches.
In other life news, I’ll be moving my Mysore program from the studio where we’ve been for a year to a new space I’ve rented. I’m so excited to make this transition: it’s happening sooner than I expected but the program has grown so much that this is the logical next step. I think it’ll be fantastic all around. Three more weeks at our current location and then the new space opens July 6!
So that’s what’s happening this month. Here are a few photos of the boy (and one of my shiny new yoga space!)