wedding ~ prayer flags

i have so many things to say about our wedding that i have decided not to worry about being organized in how i start to tell about it. i’m just going to share bits and pieces that come to mind, and if i keep doing that, maybe i will eventually cover a fraction of the love and beauty and amazingness that day (and the whole week surrounding that day) held for us.

this little bit was an idea that came to me thanks to a group of online radical mama friends i connected with when quinn was a baby (one of whom made my wedding dress, another who came and took photos at the wedding, several of whom still read this blog). at one point in time, i remember us each creating a square to contribute to a long string of prayer flags for one friend’s birthday. since rich and i knew that quite a few of our far away friends and family members would be unable to join us for our wedding, but who would love to be here in spirit, we thought this would be a way for everyone to be included, while also providing some colorful decorations for our day. this was the text we included in our rsvp card, which is how the flags made their way back to us one by one.

“we will decorate our reception tent with prayer flags created by our guests. please add your words, drawings, or blessings to the fabric square and enclose it when you return this rsvp. we’ll let the breeze carry the prayers and blessings of our community skyward, and create a cheerful banner to brighten up our day. (sharpie marker is fine, we are not asking for fine embroidery, though feel free to be creative – paint, sew, embellish as you like!)”

cotton gauze, a yard of each color of the rainbow, just after being dyed.

cut fabric squares, ready for inclusion in invitations.

we underestimated how much we would be blown away by each and every one of the flags we got back.

quinn’s mandala flag.

an amazing dragon family.

mom and dad rew. quinn insisted his be right next to grammy’s when the flags got sewn together.

each time, the exact right thing just seemed to show up.

most of the flags made a string long enough to stretch all along one whole side of our big reception tent!

each flag has its own story and i am sure not all flags are visible in these photos… but the way we got to receive each one over the course of months, expectantly walking to the mailbox on a “date” each afternoon to see if we got another one, practically giddy if we got more than one in a single day! each one got our undivided attention as it was received, and we were amazed each time with the love and care put into the thoughts and artwork applied to our flags. each one was a blessing to receive, and it was a joy for me to add each one to the long ribbon; a visible and tangible representation of our great abundance of loved ones.

that radical mama photographer is also handy with a needle and thread, and hung the last few stragglers up just above our head table while i was having my hair done. luckily i had multiple photographers to make sure such details were captured!

there will be many more flowers in other posts, but i loved the way the prayer flags framed this image of early morning on our wedding day.

the whole day was full of amazing things like having a rainbow set of prayer flags show up to hang directly behind us, fully put together by people who love us. i didn’t even lay eyes on these particular flags until they were already sewn and hung up!

i love these pictures of rich giving his toast, and me laughing hysterically. humor is pretty foundational to our relationship.

and also, kindness. here we are feeding each other the yummiest cake ever baked, backed by om symbols, a phoenix and st. mary magdalene, on whose feast day we happened to get married; my catholic friend responsible for the mary flag wrote in her rsvp that she is “the patron saint of women, among other things: glovesmakers, converts, tanners, hairdressers and more!”

later in the afternoon, it was time to turn on the fireflies.

 

 

 

now that we have been married for three months (as of sunday!) we are still enjoying our prayer flags, hung up around our bedroom. it’s such a cheerful and colorful reminder of all of our friends and family coming together (physically or in spirit) to celebrate with us.

~rainbow mondays~ lighthearted

rainbow blessings IMG_3852

i didn’t take enough pictures this week for a full rainbow monday post, but i also don’t want to skip posting today, because i am feeling so blessed and joyful. i attended a wonderful yoga and writing workshop on saturday that filled me with inspiration was just so invigorating. then yesterday (sunday) looked at a beautiful house with my love that we would like to put an offer on. (all good house-buying mojo/chanting/prayer/finger crossing appreciated! not to wish anyone else out of the running, but there are others interested… even if we don’t get it, it felt very hopeful to see something that was such a good fit for us.) i spent a good hour on the phone with my mom hearing about the niece and nephew blessings in my east coast family, and then not long after that, received the news of my newest nephew’s birth here in oregon. i just returned from meeting him, it’s important to let them imprint on their aunties as early as possible. i am off to a great start on my theme for 2016 of lightheartedness, don’t you think? i thought quinn’s joyful look of receiving rainbow blessings in his upturned hand was perfectly symbolic for the occasion.

 

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday morning

a photo study documenting the colors of the spectrum: the balance points between light reflected and light absorbed

attitude adjustment

tuesday morning after rich left for work i made tea and read the rolling stone article about bob dylan, and waited for the stroke of 8 so i could call the unemployment office without the 75 minute hold time. the way my adrenalin was pumping was like waiting for concert tickets to go on sale. dialing at 8:00, i was told to call back during business hours. doh! 8:01, i got rung through and was able to leave a call back number for an estimated wait time of 2 to 4 minutes (which turned out to be about 10). but i got the nicest, most helpful agent and she got me all straightened out.

which is good, because unemployment was starting to make me a little cranky. (did you know there is both an unemployment division and an employment division? i guess it just shows my ignorance, that i have been blessed not to need it until now. i found out that fun fact monday when i walked into the wrong one to try to clear up my one hour of employment teaching yoga during week 40.) last night i realized i needed a little attitude adjustment. with the change of seasons, the loss of my job, the glacial pace of the quest for assistance with getting quinn back in school, and missing my man who is completely absorbed in theater land (for good reason- the play is wonderful and he let it be a surprise on opening night that he gets to sport a sharpie tattoo reading “happy birthday eileen” on his right upper arm for the next 2 weeks. hehe if i ever run into eileen let me tell ya…) well, i have been spending a lot of time with myself, and noticing a touch of loneliness, funkiness, and general malaise.

whoever she is

i like to think i’m pretty good about noticing that type of feeling and snapping myself out of it. having been down the road of indulging the doldrums, down to the very bottom once upon a time, i have no plans to ever do that again. and really at this point in my life, it is so easy to simply change my perspective, count my blessings, and smile instead of frown, because there are so many blessings to count.

blessing numero uno

such as a new granddaughter! she was born on friday night just before midnight, on opening night of the play. you’re jealous that i get to be a grandma as a blushing young 34-year-old, i know. it’s not everyone who has the potential to live long enough to be a great-great-great someone. whatever type of someone i am. grandmother is obviously pushing the envelope a bit, my biological son is only five, so i’m still pretty much just mary beth, and that is just fine. mary beth has always loved babies, and this little pancake is no exception. we got to go and see her on sunday and lavish lasagna and mother’s milk tea upon the household. we got to spend extra time with the original baby pancake (b-pancake), well on her way to age two and full of spunk, while we waited for new baby z-pancake to come home from the hospital.

then we braved ikea, and brought home a new loft bed for quinn. he was with his dad for the weekend so this was a trip for just rich and me. which could have been romantic and a bonding experience, given that i have the hottest young grandpa on earth as a partner, and i’m not saying it wasn’t, it’s just that i was dozing in the passenger seat of his pickup truck for the better part of the trip.

quinn turns out to be pretty handy with an allen wrench, he allened that bed together (it’s a verb) nearly on his own. i was basically a spectator. i am thinking he could start a business hiring himself out to put together peoples’ ikea furniture. they print those “constructions” (quinn’s word for instructions) all in pictures, so it really does make sense to just hand them over to your young son who has an extra helping of focus on his hands. he dove in, sorted out the fasteners, retrieved boards with the correct numbers printed on the ends, and he hung in there right down to the last screw, and was over the moon to sleep up there monday night.

he also fits into confined spaces a lot better than i do… for the time being.

yea, though i walk through the valley of cobra premiums and mandatory job searches several years into a recession, i will look on the bright side. i’m so thankful for this family i’ve got, the pears i am about to put in the dehydrator, good health, yoga, good friends, music, the sun peeking through the rainclouds, and 10 of the most amazing months being in love (happy anniversary my love, and thank you for reading what i write. i can’t tell you how much it means to me. xoxo).