Sunday, March 31, 2013
Happy Easter!
Holi
Last Spring, my Facebook feed lit up with photographs of my friends covered in brightly colored chalk dust, looking like Human Tie-Dyed Easter eggs. This was the first I had heard of the Holi Festival, an Indian tradition that has recently become more popular in the United States. It looked like such fun, I immediately searched the internet and found an ISKCON near me which puts on Holi every year and filed it away to remember for the next year.
A year later, we found ourselves driving to Potomac, Maryland for the DC ISKCON's annual Holi Festival. The ISKCON is located just outside the beltway, surrounded by rolling green hills, country clubs, and stately mini-mansions. The property itself is a grouping of unremarkable white buildings circling an empty square, a small playground and a rather large vegetable garden. We parked and picked our way through the garden and past a couple of very content looking cows--apparently pleased to have landed themselves the sweetest position to which an American cow could aspire--a suburban Hindu religious center.
The weather was absolutely perfect, blue skies with puffy white clouds and bright green grass, contrasting nicely with our new, clean white T-shirts.
As we approached the square, two beautiful young women rushed over to greet us calling, "Welcome! Welcome! Happy Holi! Happy Holi!" They each carried a small plastic bag full of brightly colored dust and, dipping their fingers into the dust, stroked each of our cheeks, leaving a smear of color--Blue, Blue, Green, Green, "Happy Holi!" The powder had the texture of Corn Starch and incredibly intense colors that cling to your skin. We returned their Holi greetings, thanked them and hurried to purchase our own colors--one bag for each of us: red, orange, yellow, purple, blue and green. I had expected Holi to be something like a water fight, but with colored powder instead of water--throwing handfuls of powder and chasing each other around. There was some of that, mostly from young children, but more often it was a gentle touch, like the young women who greeted us--a caress on your cheek, a brotherly pat on the back, a sprinkle over your head like a blessing, or a handful of dust throw in the air to rain down over whomever.
On a platform, a band comprised mostly of drums and single vocalist played upbeat tunes, varying in tone and melody, but always consisting of the same lyrics:
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
Everyone dances, some people sing along, everyone is full of smiles and friendship and an intense sense of community--every person greeting everyone else like a long lost friend.
Gavin was sold on the concept of Holi before we even arrived. He'd been chanting "Color Festival! Color Festival!" all morning and it was everything he'd wanted it to be. He was encouraged to throw chalk dust at people! He was covered in color and mess and everyone thought it was wonderful! And he is so cute and charismatic, everyone wanted to interact with him and take his picture--he was flashing his Model Grin at everyone and absolutely in heaven.
The older children alternated between playfully chasing each other and carefully painting each other. Young enough to enjoy the fun, but old enough to feel a little self conscious at first.
Jasper was extremely reticent about the whole thing. He did not want people touching him, and it took some coaxing for him to throw handfuls of color himself. Though, eventually, he really enjoyed throwing it at people's backs (safer that way). He did however, love the music and was surprisingly taken by the Hare Krishna meditation practices.
After playing Holi for an hour or so, we purchased traditional Indian meals--rice and a spicy curry type dish with tofu and vegetables and a serving of something that had the texture of grits and tasted of cinnamon and pineapple.
After eating, Gavin went to play on the playground, the older kids returned to the Holi play and Jasper and I ventured over to check out the awning labeled "Free Yoga Meditation." A small group of people sat cross legged in a circle, as we approached we were welcomed and handed a string of beads. I sat down as the instructor began speaking. Jasper started to wander off and I moved to follow him, but the man who'd handed me the beads said Jasper was fine, just looking at some pictures on the awning, and that he'd keep an eye on him. He shortly got bored with the pictures and came and sat beside me. The instructor handed him some beads too and we joined in the Hare Krishna chant, which lasted a lot longer than I expected. I was amazed that Jasper sat through the whole thing. Then the instructor explained a bit about the Hare Krishna philosophy. "We are not our bodies," he explained, "I am not my body any more than I am my shirt. We are eternal, intelligent souls, living inside our bodies. The soul is eternal and full of joy and peace. But we do not always feel at peace and joy--we feel anger and sadness and fear. Why is this?" He went on to say that our bodies and our minds can distract us from our true selves. That we need to take time apart, in quiet and focus, to meditate and connect with God, to feel peace and wholeness. That this is the purpose of the Hare Krishna chant--to help us to focus on God.
It was nice to learn a little about the belief system and not just enjoy the frolicking. Also nice to find elements of their beliefs that align well with my own. The more belief systems I am exposed to, the more I realize that most of us are seeking the same things. We disagree about the details, but we're all working for basically the same goals.
We also, all of us, visited their temple, where priests in toga-like robes lit incense, played drums and sang the Hare Krishna chant. The ceremony began with just two people, but like a flash mob, it grew--people stepping out of the crowd to sing, or play small finger cymbals, or even bringing out more drums. Women with small lamps, like miniature Aladdin lamps, moved through the crowd. They showed us to run our fingers over the flames and then over our heads. The older three children got restless after a while, but Jasper didn't want to leave.
Exiting the temple, we returned to the crowd just in time to hear the vocalist calling everyone to gather together. He told stories of Gods moving mountains and shielding their faithful followers from tremendous floods (stories with elements familiar to our Judeo-Christian tales.) During parts of the stories he would ask people to throw certain colors or chalk in the air. Then everyone counted down, New Year's style, before we all threw chalk in the air in unison crying "Happy Holi!" as the music picked up and everyone began dancing again.
By then, most of the kids were getting tired. Gideon was hungry because he hadn't been very adventurous about the food (and was allergic to some of it, which limited his options.) Gavin would have stayed for much longer (the festival went on for several hours after we left and I think Gavin would have shut it down if we'd let him) but we dragged him off and headed home to the most colorful showers of our lives. The bathroom is coated in a film of purple dust I'm not sure we'll ever entirely be rid of!
It was a wonderful time, a great celebration of Springtime and Love and Friendship and a nice addition to our Easter Weekend Festivities.
A year later, we found ourselves driving to Potomac, Maryland for the DC ISKCON's annual Holi Festival. The ISKCON is located just outside the beltway, surrounded by rolling green hills, country clubs, and stately mini-mansions. The property itself is a grouping of unremarkable white buildings circling an empty square, a small playground and a rather large vegetable garden. We parked and picked our way through the garden and past a couple of very content looking cows--apparently pleased to have landed themselves the sweetest position to which an American cow could aspire--a suburban Hindu religious center.
The weather was absolutely perfect, blue skies with puffy white clouds and bright green grass, contrasting nicely with our new, clean white T-shirts.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
Everyone dances, some people sing along, everyone is full of smiles and friendship and an intense sense of community--every person greeting everyone else like a long lost friend.
Gavin was sold on the concept of Holi before we even arrived. He'd been chanting "Color Festival! Color Festival!" all morning and it was everything he'd wanted it to be. He was encouraged to throw chalk dust at people! He was covered in color and mess and everyone thought it was wonderful! And he is so cute and charismatic, everyone wanted to interact with him and take his picture--he was flashing his Model Grin at everyone and absolutely in heaven.
The older children alternated between playfully chasing each other and carefully painting each other. Young enough to enjoy the fun, but old enough to feel a little self conscious at first.
Jasper was extremely reticent about the whole thing. He did not want people touching him, and it took some coaxing for him to throw handfuls of color himself. Though, eventually, he really enjoyed throwing it at people's backs (safer that way). He did however, love the music and was surprisingly taken by the Hare Krishna meditation practices.
After playing Holi for an hour or so, we purchased traditional Indian meals--rice and a spicy curry type dish with tofu and vegetables and a serving of something that had the texture of grits and tasted of cinnamon and pineapple.
It was nice to learn a little about the belief system and not just enjoy the frolicking. Also nice to find elements of their beliefs that align well with my own. The more belief systems I am exposed to, the more I realize that most of us are seeking the same things. We disagree about the details, but we're all working for basically the same goals.
We also, all of us, visited their temple, where priests in toga-like robes lit incense, played drums and sang the Hare Krishna chant. The ceremony began with just two people, but like a flash mob, it grew--people stepping out of the crowd to sing, or play small finger cymbals, or even bringing out more drums. Women with small lamps, like miniature Aladdin lamps, moved through the crowd. They showed us to run our fingers over the flames and then over our heads. The older three children got restless after a while, but Jasper didn't want to leave.
Exiting the temple, we returned to the crowd just in time to hear the vocalist calling everyone to gather together. He told stories of Gods moving mountains and shielding their faithful followers from tremendous floods (stories with elements familiar to our Judeo-Christian tales.) During parts of the stories he would ask people to throw certain colors or chalk in the air. Then everyone counted down, New Year's style, before we all threw chalk in the air in unison crying "Happy Holi!" as the music picked up and everyone began dancing again.
By then, most of the kids were getting tired. Gideon was hungry because he hadn't been very adventurous about the food (and was allergic to some of it, which limited his options.) Gavin would have stayed for much longer (the festival went on for several hours after we left and I think Gavin would have shut it down if we'd let him) but we dragged him off and headed home to the most colorful showers of our lives. The bathroom is coated in a film of purple dust I'm not sure we'll ever entirely be rid of!
It was a wonderful time, a great celebration of Springtime and Love and Friendship and a nice addition to our Easter Weekend Festivities.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Fears
Jasper does this thing where, when he is nervous about something, he talks through all the possible bad things that could happen to reassure himself (and seek adult reassurance) that they will NOT, in fact, happen. For example, he is scared of Gavin's toy dinosaur. So he's lying in bed the other night and asks where it is (it was left in the car earlier in the day.) Then he says, "the dinosaur can't move by itself."
"No, it can't"
"It can't open the car and get out."
"Nope. It's just a toy. It can't move."
"And it can't open doors or climb stairs."
"Right."
Getting ready to go swimming the other day, he starts in on this narration of all the things that will not go wrong: "I will not fall into the pool. Mommy will hold my hand. I will not go under the water."
I was discussing this little quirk with Rob the other day, and he said "Haha. He's just like you, Chelsea!"
Ever since then I've been thinking a lot about how much I am like that. And then I started worrying that I did something to make Jasper like that, which just made Rob laugh more at the irony of my worrying that I made Jazz a worrier.
Seriously, though...playing out all the horrible things that could possibly happen given any course of action or circumstance...is exhausting. Hopefully Jazz will outgrow it better than I have.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Wedding Bells
Rob's best friend from his Navy Days got married this weekend. Troy was stationed in Japan with Rob and they became very close during their sea tour there. He lives here in Virginia now and, though we don't see him as often as we'd like, they have remained close so it was wonderful to be able to share this special day with him.
It was also nice to get dressed up and take a little road trip just the two of us (Grandma stayed with the kids all day--thanks!) The wedding was at the Naval Academy Chapel in Annapolis, which is about an hour and a half away from our home. It was the first time either of us had visited the Academy, so that was kind of a neat experience too. It was a surprisingly emotional day; the combined wave of military memories and wedding emotions and seeing old friends stirred up a lot of emotions. Overall, it was really lovely.
The ceremony was beautiful and spiritual; a privileged to attend
The reception was in a lovely hall at the Navy Stadium with lots of wonderful food and drink and music and dancing. We were seated at a table with several other former naval officers, a few of whom Rob had served with but hadn't seen for years.
It was a wonderful evening full of celebration and reminiscence.
Congratulations, Troy and Beth!
It was also nice to get dressed up and take a little road trip just the two of us (Grandma stayed with the kids all day--thanks!) The wedding was at the Naval Academy Chapel in Annapolis, which is about an hour and a half away from our home. It was the first time either of us had visited the Academy, so that was kind of a neat experience too. It was a surprisingly emotional day; the combined wave of military memories and wedding emotions and seeing old friends stirred up a lot of emotions. Overall, it was really lovely.
The ceremony was beautiful and spiritual; a privileged to attend
The reception was in a lovely hall at the Navy Stadium with lots of wonderful food and drink and music and dancing. We were seated at a table with several other former naval officers, a few of whom Rob had served with but hadn't seen for years.
It was a wonderful evening full of celebration and reminiscence.
Congratulations, Troy and Beth!
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| Outside the Naval Chapal |
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| Inside the chapel |
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| Leaving the chapel |
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Girl Time
Yesterday Gideon and Rob were out of town all day on separate fun adventures (Magic Tournaments and Youth Trips). Serenity and I went to a yoga class together and then took the boys shopping and out to dinner. After they went to bed, we gave ourselves facials and watched a silly old movie (Clue, which I remembered watching when I was not much older than her, but had more moments-I-hope-she-didn't-get than I remembered). It's really fun to share some Girl Time with my one female ally in this house occasionally. ;)
Music Month
Gideon and Serenity both had their first big Music Festivals this month. Technically they are called "Assessments" not "Festivals," but they used to be Festivals and I guess it just sounds more fun that way so the term stuck. At Festival/Assessment students from all over the county gather at a high school where they play for three expert judges who record verbal criticisms as they play and then give them a score on a scale of 1-5 (1 being the best) for their overall performance. It's sort of the End of Level Testing for Music class.
These Assessments are usually for Middle and High Schoolers, so this was Gideon's first time playing in one. Serenity also played in one as a member of the "Area Honors Orchestra" which is made up of students from six different schools and was one of only two Elementary School Orchestras playing in the Festival this year. Honors Orchestra was a great experience for her. She was able to work with many talented (adult) musicians as well as a lot of really great kids. And she had her first audition experience, earning the first chair place for her instrument!
Both groups played beautifully. I thought Gideon's band was the best one of the day, but the judges gave them 2s across the board (which is still a good score!).
Serenity's group also played really well, taking on Middle School level pieces and earning the highest possible rank.
Gideon also plays in Jazz Band and was supposed to go to a separate Festival with that group, but their band wasn't able to get a space this year. We were looking forward to it and disappointed that it was cancelled, but rumor has it they might be getting to play in a concert with the High School Band later in the year, which should be fun as well!
I'm not sure where these musical kids came from, as neither Rob nor I are very musically talented (we both play a great radio!) but I am really enjoying watching them progress and improve their talents!
These Assessments are usually for Middle and High Schoolers, so this was Gideon's first time playing in one. Serenity also played in one as a member of the "Area Honors Orchestra" which is made up of students from six different schools and was one of only two Elementary School Orchestras playing in the Festival this year. Honors Orchestra was a great experience for her. She was able to work with many talented (adult) musicians as well as a lot of really great kids. And she had her first audition experience, earning the first chair place for her instrument!
Both groups played beautifully. I thought Gideon's band was the best one of the day, but the judges gave them 2s across the board (which is still a good score!).
Serenity's group also played really well, taking on Middle School level pieces and earning the highest possible rank.
Gideon also plays in Jazz Band and was supposed to go to a separate Festival with that group, but their band wasn't able to get a space this year. We were looking forward to it and disappointed that it was cancelled, but rumor has it they might be getting to play in a concert with the High School Band later in the year, which should be fun as well!
I'm not sure where these musical kids came from, as neither Rob nor I are very musically talented (we both play a great radio!) but I am really enjoying watching them progress and improve their talents!
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Snow Day to Sick Day
Yesterday was a rare Snow Day with Actual Snow here in the Greater DC area. Gavin made the very most of the day, building snow forts and sledding with Serenity and making/knocking over snowmen with Gideon and generally spending as much time outside as Mom would allow.
And then around dinnertime he deflated. Started complaining about a stomach ache and went to bed early only to spend the night puking. Poor kiddo.
Rob was so sweet and took a sick day from work so I wouldn't have to cancel all of my plans for the day. Those plans primarily involved taking all the kids (minus Gavin now) for Dental Check-ups. When I showed up at the office bright and early, however, I was informed that I was exactly two months early. Their appointments are on May 7th, not March 7th. Genius Move, Chels.
I felt bad making Rob take a day off work when I didn't really have anything essential to do, but it was nice to still go to Yoga Class, the Grocery Store and the Pet Store (the non-dentist parts of my agenda). Even took Jasper out for lunch between yoga and shopping.
Gavin and Rob have spent most of the day like this:
I hope everyone feels better tomorrow. I am pretty sure I have a doctor's appointment in the morning.
And then around dinnertime he deflated. Started complaining about a stomach ache and went to bed early only to spend the night puking. Poor kiddo.
Rob was so sweet and took a sick day from work so I wouldn't have to cancel all of my plans for the day. Those plans primarily involved taking all the kids (minus Gavin now) for Dental Check-ups. When I showed up at the office bright and early, however, I was informed that I was exactly two months early. Their appointments are on May 7th, not March 7th. Genius Move, Chels.
I felt bad making Rob take a day off work when I didn't really have anything essential to do, but it was nice to still go to Yoga Class, the Grocery Store and the Pet Store (the non-dentist parts of my agenda). Even took Jasper out for lunch between yoga and shopping.
Gavin and Rob have spent most of the day like this:
I hope everyone feels better tomorrow. I am pretty sure I have a doctor's appointment in the morning.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Monster Jam!
Last night we drove to Baltimore to see a Monster Truck Rally. Gavin was so excited he spent the day almost in tears with impatience. (Okay, not "almost in tears" actually in tears more than once.) But the rally did finally arrive! It was a completely "outside of our normal realm of experience" evening. The older kids liked it a lot more than they anticipated. The little ones were excited to see the trucks, then really overwhelmed by all the noise and excitement (there were some more tears) and by the second half of the show everyone was enthusiastically clapping and cheering. I am sure we will be hearing recaps of the action for many days to come! 
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