Alaska, dance, home, Toksook Bay, Uncategorized, yupik

And they danced

yupik danceSitting in the gym one night this past week, one of the basketball players lifted a drum from the wall and started playing it. He shared with me that he knew how to sing, dance and drum. He told me had learned all this when he was five. “Tonight,” he said, “we are practicing at the multi. You can come.”
I tugged at Chad’s sweater sleeve. “Tonight we should go watch them dance.” He said he didn’t know if we could do that. The basketball player said, “You’re invited.”
So at nine o’clock, in the light of Alaskan night, we bundled up and walked to the multi. We were greeted by several people and found our seats off to the side.
A bit later, drums and singing began and dancers made their way to the floor.
And they were the Yup’ik. They were absolutely everything we have seen so far. They were the tundra grass that waves with wind. They were the waves that move gently in the bay, the movement of fish below the water and the wings of seabirds that glide overhead. They were the streams that connect all the ponds of water across the tundra. They were energy and they were time. They danced with quiet grace and they dance with fervor. They danced with reverence and they danced with playful humor. I’m not kidding. There was one particular dance that had me laughing the whole time from start to end!
We stayed for some time and when we left, our hearts were full. My favorites were when the three boys sang together their voices in unison but taking turns to rise or fall. Or maybe when one of the small children stood in the line and raised his arms to sway. Or maybe the laughing way one of the younger boys took on every single dance with his entire soul. Walking home felt very much like leaving church. Not the hell and damnation kind of church, the God is Love kind. The kind where you are refreshed and want for more. Every single person was real. And they danced.

*photo is not mine.  You can find out more about Yup’ik dancers at Toksook Bay here: http://archive.kyuk.org/toksook-bay-teen-creates-popular-videos-singing-in-his-traditional-language/

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Alaska, home, moving, Uncategorized

You Are Here

So we boarded an airplane before the sun rose and left Texas headed for Alaska.
There’s not much to say about that Time In Between. It was a series of hurry up and wait.
We had been told, “expect delays”. And so we did. We expected delays of an hour here or there. We did not expect to wait a day here and there. It turns out that in Alaska, especially way out in the villages, one always adds, “weather permitting” to every date and time. And so we hurried to the airport. And then we waited. And waited and waited and waited. About a thousand dollars later, we boarded for our final flight. Copernicus whined the entire way. Everett worried for his python. My eyes stayed glued to the windows.
We watched the ground below peppered with ponds and lakes and streams that run between. Dots below us, but filled with life. Birds and tiny houses here and there. We saw the ocean come into view. Tides and waves appeared as thin white lines. Everything below appeared minuscule, shrunken by distance. It’s not something that makes you feel larger than life. It reminds you of how big it all is, and how tiny we truly are. I wondered if the pilot still took in this view in as much awe as I, with as much wonder and joy as five-year-old Eastyn. I hope so. I’d hate to have that amazement diluted with each flight. I wonder what everyday magnificence I myself have become blind to by daily exposure.
When we landed, the wind was furious. The air was cold and we shivered in what we were comfortable in an hour before. We piled ourselves, our dogs, our snake, and our luggage into one LKSD truck and headed for our new spot on the map.
We are here.
Let this be Home.

*photo is not mine. from the blog “GypsyNester”
https://gypsynester.com/?s=Alaska

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Alaska, home, moving, saying goodbye, Uncategorized

11 days. What?!!!

Saying goodbye is never easy.
It’s harder, I think when you weren’t done saying hello.  I did not get to spend nearly enough time and heart with our dear Waco UU.
We said goodbye to our UU church family this morning. My youngest son played in the garden playground one last time and we sang one of our favorites, Blue Boat Home. Every word settled deep into my heart.
“…never a harbor or port have I known…”
I was reminded, myself a sort of wanderer all my life, that I am home in some ways in so many places.  Always and forever, I will find home among these UU sisters and brothers who understand, “service is my prayer.”
As we left, Eastyn paused beneath one of the dozens of trees. “It smells so good here,” he said. I stopped and breathed deeply the smell of warm earth and tree bark and summer grass. Home.
Soon I will stand on the tundra. I will make a home in a house I have never seen, even the sunrise and sunset will be alien. I will breathe the smell of ocean? Maybe sky and fish. Home.
We’ll leave Alaska someday. I will have loved so many there, but we will continue on our journey.
“…and the earth is my blue boat home.”

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moving, stuff, Uncategorized

12 days away

Alright ya’ll. It’s time to get real.

We are leaving our home in 12 days. Did I mention that 4 of those days we are hosting a Youth for Now day camp?!! In case you were wondering if we had completely lost our minds, you now have confirmation. Needless to say, time is ticking. And not on the clock in the living room. I already gave it away.
I have wasted a significant amount of time looking for packing tips, packing checklists and the like. Waste. Of. Time. At the end of the day, it’s just you and your stuff. Way too much stuff.
Today’s plan was to completely 100% clear ONE room. I type this sitting on the floor in an empty living room. Tomorrow we will clear another room.
New beginnings have to start somewhere.

Alaska is starting to feel real.

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Alaska, mom, teaching, Uncategorized

13 days and counting

I will miss being able to take an afternoon and drive to a new version of Texas. Texas is full of so many different landscapes. We live at the edge of hill country, but we can drive to the coast, to the desert, to the hills or to wooded areas any time we have the time. We can see Dallas or SanAntonio or Galveston, all very different cities.
I will miss the sitting on the porch in the cool of late evening and drinking a cold soda on the porch. Or the way the Texas heat makes ice cream all the more a treat and children in summer time pools a way of life.
I will miss our small town mercantile that has all of about nine things on the menu, but all the community and connection you could never find in mall or in on-line shopping.
It turns out that as I pack up our dishes and decide which family photos to keep or which of my children’s framed art pieces to take with us, I will miss quite a lot of Texas. I will miss the youth group we fostered, the starry nights, the screen door slamming shut as the boys run off to play by the creek. Our church, our neighbors, our friends.
I can’t wait for the next chapter, but damn this Oglesby chapter was hard to let end.
See ya’ll later. We’ll miss you more than we can even imagine.

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Alaska

15 days and counting

In just over two weeks, we will close up this rental home in a tiny town in Texas and head to Alaska.  All of us. A mom and a dad and three minis, 14, 11, and 5 along with one hippie dog and a pretty chill snake.
So far we have learned a few things, the first being that we have way too much stuff. And it all has to go.
Each of our three children will pack one and only one 12x12x5 box of personal belongings that we will ship ahead. Today was that day.
It took my 14-year-old hours to carefully choose which rocks, shells, and books to take.
My 5-year-old son threw some very random toys in his. Also some crackers, a pair of shoes and his toothbrush and band-aids. We’re pretty sure this all just an idea to him. But oh boy he is excited about snow.
My 11-year-old son insists that he doesn’t really have anything to pack. His snake is coming and all he needs is what’s in his checked bag and carry-on. Oh, boy.
As for us…We have too much stuff!
And it’s all got to go away so that we can GO.

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