Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas Eve


John & Glenn's house near Captain Cook, Hawai'i

Even as we embrace the present, Gordon and I are exploring alternative futures.

Four years ago, our friends John and Glenn took a leap of faith toward warm ocean waters and part-of-the-year isolation by buying a house on the Big Island of Hawai’i. We’re grateful to be celebrating Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and the coming of the new calendar year with them here.

Gordon & Stephen by the koi pond, in the hula spirit

It’s indeed an island of contrasts. Such lushness and tropical beauty. Such stark volcanic ash. The largest number of growing zones in one place. The elements – fire, water, earth, air -- in high relief. All of them soft, and extreme.

John and Glenn have created a beautiful garden, complete with bananas, papayas, avocados, lemons, limes, spiders, toads, and exuberant fountains and ponds (that require lots of maintenance). Their house looks out over the ancient City of Refuge--the one place you could go, if you could run fast enough, when you did something wrong, and be forgiven. We could all use cities of refuge.

Near that city is some of the best snorkeling on the Island. And snorkeling, for me, is like a dream. I enter another reality. I can fly like in my childhood fantasies. And just when I think I’ve seen every color of luminous fish – green parrot fish, yellow angelfish, wild Picasso fish – there’s a black fish with opalescent stripes showing me how to swim and sway in a new way. Or a sea turtle blinking at me. Or an octopus curled up in a ball.

This is certainly a contrast to Christmases in Minnesota, where I grew up, and where, this year, they’re actually having a White Christmas. It seems a lot of folks who grew up with cold winters are loving being here -- surfing, snorkeling, sipping lilikoi margaritas.

Glenn & John enjoying sunset at Kealakekua Bay

Best wishes for balance and peace to those celebrating everywhere.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Travel is such sweet tonic!


Looking out from Roma Termini train station at a tourist bus; it only rained on the fast train to Venice!

I’ve always loved travel. Friends have dubbed me “En Route.”

After a challenging year of hard work and mood swings, I learned again how healing it is. I spent 2 wonderful October weeks in Italy with a friend — Rome, Venice, and Tuscany. Totally delightful. Beautiful weather. Good pacing.

Eduardo and Angela near the Roman Forum

A mini-skirted movie-star-style guide to the Roman Forum and a sweet, smart gay ex-Catholic guiding us through the Vatican. A hip-hop Italian version of “Peter Pan,” complete with magic wands and audience participation ("I believe in fairies!") Magical time in Venice including a jazz concert, a new-music-version of Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis,” an Indian dance performance — while staying at a new guest house with a stunning rooftop deck and brilliant views of the city.

Kids on a field trip to Piazza San Marco

Golden days in Tuscany, staying at a wonderful agriturismo with some other Americans, visiting stunning hill towns and ancient Roman baths.

Edward Guthmann loved our beautiful green Motiz as we traversed the Tuscan Hills!

There was a resonance with my very first trip to Europe in 1970, when I spent 3 months studying roots of Western Civilization... a month each in Greece and Italy, and 2 weeks each in France and England looking at all the things that had been ripped off from Greece and Italy. That was a life-changing trip. It opened the frame of my vision personally, socially, politically, creatively. I was also reading a book on alternative futures for America by
Robert Theobald, who became a mentor and an important inspiration in my attitude and worldview. (He said: “Some of us have got to define ourselves and world problem-solvers.” and “You can get change, or you can get credit for change — but you can’t get both.”)



This trip could also prove life-changing, but in more subtle ways. I’m at somewhat of a crossroads with my work, and play. Gordon and I are facing a possible move in the next several years. We are also looking to spend winters in a warmer spot. He is interested in doing more teaching of the considerable things he’s learned and taught himself about wax-carving, and jewelry and bell making. I’m wanting to research and write a biography of James Broughton before his friends all die away.

So, I find new inspiration in the Romans’ ability to see the big picture (even if they had other blind spots), be patient, and balance work and play. I’m ready to dive in — and want to still support the youth arts program Power of Hope, the news council concept (though I’m going off that board next year), and the youth communication projects on Vashon. So how to do all that, and still enjoy my gorgeous husband, the wonderful spot where we live, and leave time for nature and spiritual renewal?

Hmmm, it means making more conscious choices. [This, in the middle of increasing success of the
Journalism That Matters project and my desire to do more writing of articles.]

We’ll see how I do.


Peggy Guggenheim's terrace on the Grand Canal, Venice; no place like it on earth!

Monday, December 10, 2007

Living on the Edge


For 18 years now, I’ve lived on the edge of a cliff. Literally. [I live on other edges, too, but that’s another story.]

It’s been an exhilarating ride, indeed. I feel honored to be steward of such a spot. It’s also been a major headache as the cliff is on an unstable part of the island.

Until this year, there has been little movement to speak of on my property (other than the 1999 storms which caused a mile of the island to sink 8 inches, ending at the edge of my house). This past March, we lost about 15 feet of the edge of our cliff.


The good news: we discovered the slide was caused by a leak in our own drainage. The bad news: we had to build a retaining wall and new drainage to ensure there won’t be more slippage. The better news: we built a new observation/yoga/meditation deck atop the retaining wall, giving us glorious views of Puget Sound and the Cascade Mountains.


Gordon and I call our house Soundcliff: both a description and a prayer
[And – thanks to those who’ve asked – we fared OK in the recent rain and windstorms.]

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Soundcliff / Sacred Space

Our home is sacred space...
and on sacred land

Soft land that won't be here in centuries

But now both sacred and somewhat scared...

Amazing water views, floating...

Witnessing that majesty of horrible fire, Tahoma

Air creatures, sea creatures, land creatures all around

Botanical exuberance delights and feeds us

Each room a shrine to daily life

Each life altered at the altar of existence
Inviting inner reflection while inspiring outer beauty
Better not to talk about it
Just be in it

And listen...

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

World AIDS Month (or Year?)

This commemorative program which I edited was distributed at the dedication of Bailey-Boushay House in January, 1992

In the late 80’s and early 90’s I was nearly paralyzed with grief, as friends and acquaintances were falling left and right to the plague – Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.

One thing I
could do about it: say yes when Betsy Lieberman asked me to join the board of AIDS Housing of Washington, an organization created to build the country’s first AIDS hospice designed specifically for people with AIDS. (That organization is now called Building Changes, with a mission of eradicating homelessness in Washington State.)

What resulted was
Bailey-Boushay House, a 35-bed residential care facility in Seattle’s Madison Park neighborhood which also runs an Adult Day Health program that serves, among others, many homeless people with AIDS.

On Saturday, December 1 (World AIDS Day), Bailey-Boushay House (the building) was turned over to the Virginia Mason Medical Center, the pioneering health care organization which has administered the hospice for 15 years and will continue to operate (and now own) it. The handoff happened at a joyous celebration at Seattle’s Museum of History & Industry, where a new documentary on the history of Bailey-Boushay was screened. Over 150 people showed up, even though it was snowing.

The reason: we’re all passionate about Bailey-Boushay, and we remember with great emotion people who’ve died there, people who’ve created art and music there, people who continue to thrive there.
And we remember our struggles: how difficult it was to raise money, to change laws, to overcome neighborhood opposition to the hospice when it was in development between 1988 and 1991.

In the film, I recount one action by some
Radical Faeries: when locals complained that an AIDS hospice might result in “overt homosexual behavior” in the neighborhood, we held a “terrorist shopping spree” where we dressed up in outrageous clothes and – as an example of “overt homosexual behavior” -- went shopping!

We think we diffused some of the negative opinions with humor.


I’m very proud of Bailey-Boushay (the first building I know of in the U.S. named after a gay couple) – and am delighted that Virginia Mason will continue the high level of care and compassion the community has come to expect there.


But I’m also concerned that the AIDS time bomb is still ticking – most obviously in Africa, but all over the world. Dr. Robert Wood of the Seattle/King County Health Department told me that infection rates are still high in the U.S. He estimates, for example, that 40% of gay men now alive will contract the virus if current rates continue.


Yikes!