Reunion, Elly-style

Cylburn Arboretum, Baltimore, MD

From Cylburn Arboretum

Why do I love Facebook? For one thing, when Elly puts out a suggestion that Goucher Grads might meet for a picnic at the Arboretum while I'm in town, I find myself dining on a mountain of fresh fruits and veggies with people I haven't talked to in years! (10 years, to be exact, that being the number of years since we graduated from Goucher....)

I'd been meaning to visit friends in Baltimore for months and never found the right weekend, so the reunion made the perfect excuse. And anyway, I'd been really bummed to miss the 5 year because I was graduating from Indiana U for my Masters.

Still adorable? Yep!

As it turned out, though, it was a reunion with more than just college friends. Elly happens to be dating my Prom date, who makes her ridiculously and very publicly happy, which is beautiful to see. He and I were in youth group together, but like any good YRUU, he fit right in with a group of Goucher Grads, with the same nerdiness, geekery and politics. It was really great to see him.

Next time, Baltimore and Baltimore friends, I won't let so much time go by! (In fact, I'll be back no later than Christmas for a Goucher Grad wedding!)

From Cylburn Arboretum

Waterside

Waterford Park
somewhere on the Baltimore-Annapolis Pike

From Waterford & Annapolis

As I was dutifully following my GPS onto I295 out of Baltimore, the first faded exit sign said 'Annapolis Road.' I had 2 hrs to get to my lunch date in Annapolis (a 45 min trip by Interstate), and I thought, 'I bet that goes to Annapolis, and I bet it's a lot prettier,' and I swerved onto the offramp.

I was right, and it was a much prettier ride. In another life, I want to go to Glen Burnie High School and teach at Anne Arundel Community College.

Along the way, I stumbled upon a little reservoir with a nature trail that was the Eagle Scout project of one (or most likely several) local Boy Scouts over the years. There were little footbridges, designated fishing areas, blazes for several different trails, and lots of new leaves and wildlife. I even nearly stepped on this guy, who graciously posed for a photo shoot anyway:

I wandered around for almost an hour, fussing with the macro functions on my camera, coaxing waterfowl into just the right angle, and marveling at the beauty in even the nasty little poison ivy plant.

It was a lovely interlude into nature, a great improvement on the interstate highway system, and a great opportunity to indulge my little fantasy that I'm an accomplished photographer, not just a hobby snapper.

Best of all, it ended in Annapolis harbor for lunch with a great old friend, who will be bringing me back to Baltimore later this year to attend her Christmas nuptials!

From Waterford & Annapolis

Memories of Flowers

Chadd's Ford, PA

From Chadd's Ford fields

It was a little after eleven when I picked up my rental car in Jersey City, and my gracious hostess Elly wasn't going to be home from work in Baltimore until 6:30, so I had time for the scenic route. In fact, my recent excursion out to the UU Congregation of Shelter Rock really highlighted the fact that I'd been cooped up in the city far too long and needed some country air.

So I hopped the PA Turnpike around Philly and dropped onto old US 1, aka the Boston Post Road, aka Lincoln Highway, aka the Baltimore Pike. Rte 1, for me, has a lot of the nostalgic overtones of Rte 66 for many Americans. This is in part because my mother went to the University of Maine in Fort Kent at the northern end of the highway, but also because some Pennsylvania and Maryland stretches of Rte 1 are as familiar to me as my own back yard. Unlike her sophisticated younger brother I-95, Rte 1 runs through instead of around most of the towns and cities along her journey, frequently slowing down for stoplights, more friendly to Amish buggies. Greener and more scenic, it was perfect for my escape from the big city.

As I approached Chadd's Ford, PA, I realized that I was entering one of those familiar historic stretches. First, I ran across Brandywine Battlefield Historic Site, wishing I had a picnic lunch to eat on the simple, expansive lawns. Then I spotted signs for Longwood Gardens. Visiting these expansive botanical gardens was a special treat growing up, reserved for Grandma and Grandpa's visits on their way between Massachusetts/ Maine and Florida. As I pulled into the parking lot, I thought, This is going to be far too expensive for my wallet! When I realized I could spend two hours photographing spring blossoms for about the price of a NYC brunch, I was committed! And it was totally worth it!

From Chadd's Ford fields

Cornel West: Whither America?

Unitarian Church of All Souls
Manhattan, NY, USA


We pulled out every chair in the building, and it was still standing-room only!

From Cornel West at All Souls

LDC (More) Like I Remember

Unitarian Universalist Congregation at Shelter Rock
Manhasset, NY, USA

From YA LDC @ Shelter Rock

With my family's busy schedule growing up, I didn't make it to many Cons in YRUU, though there was one amazing weekend at the beautiful Unitarian Universalist Church of Annapolis that may have changed me forever, and a singularly heartbreaking LDC (Leadership Development Conference) that embodies all the pathos that only a 16-year-old with an unrequited crush can understand....

Nevertheless, as I'm sure you can tell, the Cons that I did make it to had a profound effect on how I saw my religion/ spirituality and myself. To some degree, this is merely a reflection of being sixteen, when almost anything can be a fundamentally, spiritually life-altering experience imbued with life-long and global implications; I am only rarely affected that deeply and profoundly in my young adulthood. I've become more of a cynic, more likely to filter my experiences through rational, intellectual lenses that can steal some of their spiritual potency; or maybe I'm just more likely to deny and repress my deeper emotional responses.

I've been reflecting a lot on this since our last UU Young Adult retreat to Frost Valley, and I haven't been particularly comfortable with the conclusions I've reached. This weekend's Young Adult LDC, though, has lightened the load considerably.

No doubt this has a great deal to do with the wonderful people I gathered with at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation at Shelter Rock, friends both silver and gold. The purpose for which we gathered, too, helped to focus us on the challenges of inclusive, sensitive leadership in a generation of young people intensely engaged in the pressing issues of white privilege, racial and economic injustice, the New Jim Crow, and gender and sexuality equality.

I was struck by the fact that although, as is usually the case in UU circles, as a white woman I was in the racial and gender majority, I was also surprisingly in the minority as a straight person, which put an interesting spin for me on discussions of majority/ minority and empowerment.

More than anything, I think I took away from this experience and many other conversations post-Frost Valley that I am not the only young UU adult looking for deeper spiritual and religious connection to my community, and certainly not the only UU looking for a deeper connection between my religious and social justice convictions. I've gained new energy, thanks to the Shelter Rock LDC, to pursue further opportunities for training and congregation on these issues of racial, gender, sexual and economic justice and how they might be effected by my Unitarian Universalist communities.

Of course, the stunning beauty of the Shelter Rock campus was also a balm to my frustrations!