We had such a lovely weekend. It was a found weekend, since it was originally scheduled and then, last minute, not scheduled. I am quite sure I am a nicer person on a weekend such as this.
Friday night we attended a dear friend’s production of 8. Here’s the description from Wikipedia:
“8 (or 8 the Play) is an American play that portrays the closing arguments of Perry v. Schwarzenegger, a federal trial that led to the overturn of Proposition 8 – an amendment eliminating rights of same-sex couples to marry in California. It was created by Dustin Lance Black in light of the court’s denial of a motion to release a video recording of the trial and to give the public a true account of what transpired in the courtroom.
The play is written in the style of verbatim theatre reenactment, using transcripts from the trial, journalist records, and media interviews from the plaintiffs, defendants and proponents involved.
The American Foundation for Equal Rights (AFER) and Broadway Impact, sponsors of the play, have licensed the play for readings nationwide on college campuses and in community theaters free of charge, as an educational tool.“
My friend took our kids and I met them there – it was very powerful, wonderfully done, and I was so glad that both Mythankfulboy and I had seen it. There was a panel afterwards that included the judge who was sued by his own county for issuing marriage licenses to gay and lesbian couples, and one of the women from one of the couples who received one of those first licences, as well as teachers and students from the school district’s GSA (Gay/Straight Alliance) and Aequalis clubs. In the car, leaving, B said, “I needed to see that.”
Saturday we did baseballish stuff and B had a sleepover with The Crew. Today we did odds and ends around the house, which included Xbox and a nap. I don’t want to give the impression of being a delightfully balanced human – I took work to the baseball fields and worked today, too, but it was at a slightly lesser pace, I guess you could say.
Tonight, at the chalice lighting, we read the following covenant from the Gray UU hymnal, written by Reverend Walter Royal Jones, Jr.:
Mindful of truth ever exceeding our knowledge and community ever exceeding our practice,
reverently we covenant together, beginning with ourselves as we are,
to share the strength of integrity and the heritage of the spirit in the unending quest for wisdom and love.
and the heritage of the spirit in the unending quest for wisdom and love.
in the unending quest for wisdom and love.
When I finished reading, I asked if I could read it again for myself. B said, “Please!”, acknowledging that he hadn’t caught all of it, either. I read it again, interpreting each line in my own words, with B contributing. We ended up with something like:
Knowing that there is more out there than we can know with our senses or wtih science
And more people than we can touch
we make a promise together (B held out his pinky for a pinky swear)
to start with our imperfect selves and to grow stronger in sharing a moral compass,
and to draw from the spirit of those who have gone before us,
in our search for Truth and Love.
When we finished interpreting, pinkies locked, B said “I do.” I said, “May it be so.”
I asked B for was thankful tonight, and he said he was thankful that I took him to the baseball fields and worked there, where “most moms” would have just said he had to stay home. While I don’t love the fact that he even thinks about work coming before him, I’m glad he sees the efforts I make. I was thankful for 8, and the young (and not so young) faces in the play, on the panel, and in the crowd who are turning the tide of public opinion.