Wednesday, November 25, 2020

on giving thanks.

“Thanksgiving isn’t an event. It’s a discipline of the faithful. When we give thanks in weariness, give thanks in loss, give thanks for the ones we wish were near—we’re really proclaiming forth a proof of hope. For gratitude is a relentless witness to life we found in the dark.” –Ashlee Eiland

 


There are days and weeks—and years—when gratitude comes more easily than others. As my friend Brittany Sumsion Spencer beautifully put it, “Gratitude is a journey,” and one which takes a holistic view of joy and pain. In my experience, it is not a journey which overemphasizes joy and invalidates pain, but one which shapes us into vessels, better capable of holding the ambiguities, heartaches, exhilarations, beauties, and vicissitudes of being mortal.

I do believe, though, that gratitude can do wonders in shaping perspective. For me, focusing on gratitude broadens my horizons—of both the past and the present—which allows me to have hope for the future.

But, I’ve also found that, for me, just listing blessings only goes so far in shifting my perspective. Maybe it’s because I overthink things, maybe it’s because there is more to the core of gratitude than just lists (although, I am also a lover of lists). 

For me, gratitude is indelibly tied with relationships—with loved ones, with strangers, with our communities, with the earth, with God. And when we express gratitude, it is most completely done when expressed through word and deed. In the words of a favorite hymn of mine, “Because I have been given much, I too must give.” 

Gratitude reminds us of how tied we are to forces beyond our control; how we are bound to each other. Truly, life is not fair. There is so much I have that others in the world do not have; so many heartaches I have never experienced, so much pain I read about, but can hardly fathom. There are times when hard work does not bring success, when fate is cruel, when circumstances fail us. What I have been given does not make me better than anyone else; instead, it should make me deeply humble, and inspired to do more, to give more, to be more. I should remember to open my hands and heart to those everyone I encounter, because I do not know where they are walking from or towards.

Gratitude reminds me that God can use anything to make poetry. But, since gratitude is a journey, I don’t have to always be trying to make meaning out of every event, whether good or bad. Sometimes I don’t have the language yet to understand. But I have felt that poetry resonate within me, and for those quiet moments of clarity, I am grateful.

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

a birthday list.

For my birthday this year, Sam and I took a short trip to the Shenandoah Valley. It was beautiful and relaxing. Sam also asked some of my friends and family to write down birthday wishes, and it was moving and lovely to read them.


[blurry early morning birthday hike]

[so pretty]


A couple of my friends (who have recently turned 30), reassured me that it’s “much better on the other side.” I take comfort in that, because (to be honest) I kind of dreaded turning 30 (for the record, though, I’m not afraid about turning 31? I don’t know why certain numbers loom larger than others). Maybe it’s just because I know my cells are irretrievably dying now, maybe it’s because it feels like doors are closing (the twenties, for all of their difficulties—and there are many!—have so many possibilities and paths to choose from, and 30 just feels more . . . staid, I guess), maybe it’s because I can feel my body getting older.

But I am going to do my best (although I know I won’t do it perfectly) to embrace this new decade in a world that doesn’t like women to age. And to celebrate, I wanted to write down 30 experiences that have shaped me. They are written in no particular order, rather what comes to mind.

 1. I was born. Obviously, I don't remember this at all, but this was, without question, a defining moment in my life. 

2. When I was in first grade, I almost lost consciousness from choking on an apple slice at lunch. A teacher (I still remember his name, Mr. Bissell) who was on lunch duty saw that I was slumped over, came to where I was sitting, and did the Heimlich Maneuver on me. He saved my life. I am very grateful for him, and reflecting on that experience over the years has helped me recognize the frailty of life.

3. Also when I was in first grade, I won a trip to Disneyland. That was a good day, and a good trip.

4. Speaking of the fragility of life, I got walking pneumonia when I was in second grade (which was my least favorite grade, so actually, it was kind of nice to have an excuse to be absent from school and just work on puzzles with my mom), and then, during my first semester of my PhD program, I got double pneumonia. Not fun at all. I’ve also had bronchitis a couple of times. Here’s hoping I don’t get Covid, because I have a feeling (with my history of bad respiratory illnesses), it would not be pretty.

5. Stories have always meant a lot to me. Growing up, organizing imagination games with my sisters and cousins was a favorite pastime of mine, and I have also spent countless hours writing stories, thinking of stories, and reading stories.

6. I have blessed to be surrounded by a loving family all throughout my life. I have a large extended family, and my life has been filled with love from my parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, great-aunts and great-uncles, cousins, second cousins, and more. My life has been shaped and will continue to be shaped by them and by Sam’s family.

7. I moved around a few times growing up. I never liked moving initially (I was always sad to leave my friends), but looking back, I can see that it did teach me a lot about resilience and about how to make new friends (and keep old ones).

8. I have traveled to 31 countries. I realize that this is something more people wish they could do, and I do feel very grateful and humble that I have had these opportunities to travel. I always have a “wish list” of places I could go to next. Currently high on that list is Central Asia. We’ll see if that happens anytime soon.

9. I have traveled to 35 states. (I am writing this post belatedly, in late November instead of late October, and have now visited Hawaii, but by the time of my birthday, I had traveled to 34 states.)  

10. Among the countries I have traveled to, I have lived in 3—the U.S.A., the UK, and Ukraine.

11. Among the states I have traveled to, I have lived in 5—Utah, Missouri, Maryland, Nevada, and New Jersey. (I’ve also lived in D.C., but that’s not a state.) 

12. Education means so much to me. When I was in the Young Women’s program growing up at Church, my favorite “Young Women values” were always Knowledge and Integrity. I really do think that knowledge is a way to bless others and to build up our communities. I am grateful for the chance I have had to get a good education. Currently, I have 4 degrees (high school, bachelors, 2 masters degrees—one from Oxford and one from Princeton). I am currently working on my 5th degree—a PhD degree in History from Princeton.

13. Additionally, although I did not get a degree from Cambridge, the summer term I spent there after my freshman year of university was life-changing. I still think about Cambridge and the people I met there often. It truly set me on the trajectory I am on now.

14. My chosen field of study—History—has been deeply influenced by my chosen field of study at BYU, which was English. Both disciplines have expanded my world view, taught me about the importance of empathy, and have also helped me learn more about dealing with uncertainty. I think that both of these disciplines embody one of my favorite scriptures from the Doctrine and Covenants: “Teach ye diligently, and my grace shall attend you, that you may be instructed more perfectly in theory, in principle, in doctrine, in the law of the gospel, in all things that pertain unto the kingdom of God, that are expedient for you to understand; Of things both in heaven and in the earth, and under the earth; things which have been, things which are, things which must shortly come to pass; things which are at home, things which are abroad; the wars and the perplexities of the nations, and the judgments which are on the land; and a knowledge also of countries and kingdoms—That ye may be prepared in all things when I shall send you again to magnify the calling whereunto I have called you, and the mission with which I have commissioned you” (D&C 88:78-80).  

15. In regards to my PhD research, I study gender in 19th century U.S. foreign relations. A lot of what I study are women’s stories which have been looked over (I study masculinity, too, but a large part of my focus is women’s history). Women’s lives and women’s experiences are really important to me, and, at this moment, this is where my interests and talents have brought me.

16. My relationship with God is one of the most dynamic, precious things in my life. It has been important to me since I was a child, and I take making promises with God (through baptism, taking the sacrament, through the sacrament of marriage, etc.) very seriously. My relationship with God has changed over the years—not because God changes, but because my understanding of God changes over time—and I know it is something which will continue to develop.  

17. When I was 21 years old, I chose to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was called to serve in Donetsk, Ukraine. I have talked about Ukraine so much on this blog, and it still is not enough to describe how much my experience in Ukraine changed my life. But it did. I am forever changed because of the experiences I had and the people I met in Ukraine. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done up to this point (the PhD sometimes contends—and might pull ahead), but it was also the most rewarding. You can take the girl out of the mission, but you can’t take the mission out of the girl.

18. While I was in Ukraine, I remember one of our friends saying to me, “Sestra Armknecht, you will never want for people to love you; you will always have friends wherever you go.” I have been fortunate enough that this is the case in my life. I have had so many friends who have touched my life for good. This is especially the case with female friends. Maybe it’s because I grew up with mostly sisters and with a lot of female cousins, but I have so many wonderful female friends. From roommates to mission companions, from graduate school friends to friends in my church congregations, I have been blessed to know so many amazing women.  

19. I have been published in multiple venues. My most meaningful publication so far was a story series about Grace Vlam (a WWII survivor of the Dutch Hunger Winter) I did for the children’s magazine for the Church, The Friend. 

20. I have spoken in front of thousands of people when I read my winning Brimhall essay at the Homecoming Devotional at BYU. I naturally speak very fast, so I tried to keep my voice steady throughout and not think about everyone staring. I think it went all right.

21. I love music, and I love making music. I’ve been singing since I was two, I’ve played piano since I was five, and I loved learning to play the French horn during junior high and high school.  

22. I enjoy learning different languages. I took German throughout junior high, high school, and part of college, learned Russian on my mission, and am now attempting to learn French for my history research work. I should probably learn Spanish, too. I have found that learning a different language—and learning about the literature and culture surrounding that language—really opens my mind, heart, and perspective to different ways of understanding the world (and myself).

23. I love Sam Dearden. Our love story is one of the biggest miracles of my life.  

24. I learned how to rock climb in the past few years. Sam is an avid rock climber, and so he taught me how when we started dating. I don’t like heights very much, and climbing has not taken away that fear, but I do have a lot of trust in ropes, knots, and Sam. Rock climbing has taught me that I can learn new things. I’ve never been incredibly athletic (and my mom, who is athletic, can attest that I was not always the most willing/patient participant in learning new sports), but I think something changed around my mission where I realized that even if I was not particularly good at something, to keep trying anyway. Anyway, I’m glad that I’ve kept up with rock climbing.

25. I love Russian literature. One of the best classes I took at BYU was a Tolstoy class, and the lessons learned from War and Peace and Anna Karenina and the Death of Ivan Ilych still resonate with me. (Also, Sam and I often joke that he taught me rock climbing, and he has read Russian literature—one of the joys of marriage is that you can learn to appreciate and even love the different interests of your spouse.)

26. I haven't really met a lot of celebrities—unless you count Latter-day Saint “celebrities” (e.g., apostles). I met a lot of them when I worked in the Church Office Building.

27. The closest thing I have to meeting a pop celebrity is Jameela Jamil at a James Blake concert. We went for Sam’s birthday and she walked past us to get the sound box, and then tapped Sam on the shoulder when she needed to get through.

28. I loved growing up in the valleys of the Wasatch Mountains, and I enjoy hiking. I am not a daredevil hiker (and not the biggest fan of steep hikes), but I love being out in the mountain air, seeing the views, and spending time with family and friends on hikes. 

29. October is definitely my favorite month, and fall my favorite season. In many ways, fall feels like the beginning of a new year more than January does. Perhaps it’s because school years start again the fall, or because my birthday is in the fall, or because of the change in seasons. But I do love the way nature demands to be recognized in a blaze of glory before winter sets in.

30. Okay, fine. Being 30 is not going to be as bad as I think. I have experienced a lot of good and hard in the past thirty years, and I am experienced enough to know that life is not fair, and that life is hard, but also that life can be beautiful and good. I think there will be a lot of good things ahead, even if right now everything feels mired down in uncertainty.

      Happy (belated) birthday to me. 

A research trip to NYC

I am oh-so-behind on updates, but again, I figure sub-par blogging is better than no blogging at all. (I know that blogs are out and Instagram stories are in, but I still feel sad when a friend's blog I loved no longer exists/has stopped posting altogether. I still want to keep blogging, even if it's not as often as I would like.) 

ANYWAY. 

I wanted to post pictures from my research trip to New York earlier last month (in October). This year has been (to use the over-used and the Oxford English Dictionary's word of 2020), unprecedented. It has also been disappointing, in many ways. For me, the most disappointing thing has been that I haven't been able to travel to and access archives like I was planning to--it definitely delays my dissertation and is overall very stressful. 

So, I am always very grateful when I get opportunities to go to archives,  and very, very grateful when that research is supported by grants. Grants are always much-appreciated, but especially in a time when Princeton is not giving travel funding. 

All this preface is to say, I got a grant for archival research in New York City and was able to go there in early October. Sam came along (because, even though working from home is not as glamourous as we thought in 2019, it still has its perks--especially when Sam can travel with me to my research locations). And we had a nice time. New York is beautiful in the fall, I got some archival research done (and got to go to the museums and libraries where I did the research for free), and we enjoyed some amazing food (pizza, ramen, bagels . . . yum). We also got a chance to visit our friends James and Bailey in Connecticut over a long weekend, and that was definitely a highlight. 

We also made it through the two weeks we were there with zero parking tickets (although we did have to get our car battery jumped--left the lights on--oops). 

[empty subway car in the morning.]

[at the morgan library and museum.]

[some snapshots of nyc.]

[columbia.]


[we sat in this deserted park and ate thai food.]

[central park at dusk.]

[microfilmmmmm]

[tiffany glass exhibit at the new york historical society]




[i remember that my grandmother--my dad's mom--had a beautiful stained-glass lamp similar to this one, and i just loved looking at it when i was ten years old.]

[central park at dusk ii]

[a sam]

[a me.]

Monday, October 12, 2020

WFH adventures (and some away from home)

A collection of memories of working and baking from home last month (plus a few date nights around town): 

[typical]

[remember how we picked bushels and bushels of blackberries? behold, blackberry crisp.]

[spent a couple of weeks on this beauty]

[work in progress--it's finished now, but somehow the picture didn't load? will try again.]

[date night with sam at little pearl.]

[reasons to dress up during a pandemic are always appreciated.]

[a sammmm]

[it's beginning to look a lot like autumn]

[loving this brick detail.]

[sam will stop at every single free library. just another reason to love him.]


[you can't see it very well, but that's a monarch butterfly! i saw it on one of my runs [read: jogs] and took it as a good-luck sign.]

[another date night--the national portrait gallery is open by appointment!]



[sharisa and i met up in richmond, and it was a sweet, sweet reunion.]

[and back to home. with new plant friends.]

RBG

[I meant to post this on my blog weeks ago, but here we are. This is the same thing I posted on social media, but it captures my thoughts well from that day/weekend.] 


"Morning at the Supreme Court; mourning for Ruth Bader Ginsburg. // This morning, Sam and I walked up to the Supreme Court building to pay our respects to RBG. The scene there was reverent—people placing flowers, handwritten thank-you notes, and handmade portraitures in a makeshift shrine for this American icon; people writing chalk messages on the sidewalk (“RBG helped me find my voice”, “Hope is discipline”, “Dissent”); people wiping away tears; young women with their hair done up in a ponytail and ribbon à la young RBG. It was—altogether—a moving sight. Her passing reminds me of a Jewish proverb: “It’s not given to you to finish the work, but neither are you free to desist from it.” She worked to the end, but that work is far from over."







A couple of trips to the (old) Southwest

Soooo, 2020 hasn't panned out the way I thought it would. I wrote that knowing that was 1) a huge understatement, and 2) can be applied across the globe.

But really, it hasn't. I expected to be traveling to various archives across the world and across the United States this year. (My proposed research plan has me coming back from Berlin right about now.) I can't even go to the Library of Congress, which I could literally walk to from our place in D.C. 

I know this sounds like nothing compared to what others have gone through this year, but there is grief associated with not being able to go to those archives like I planned, see friends across the world, get to spend extended amounts of time in places like London, Paris, Moscow, and Tangier. There is also SO MUCH UNCERTAINTY around the time lost not being able to get to these archives I need. I have felt like I am in perpetual "back-up-plan mode," thinking of so many different possibilities to somehow get the materials I need, rethink through chapters, etc. It's hard. It's really, really hard. 

So, I've seen any archival trip this year as a win. And I have been able to do a few. In August and September, I got to travel to Nashville, Tennessee and Lexington, Kentucky to do a bit of archival research there. And even though they're not Berlin, it was nice to travel to places I never had before. 

A Nashville Photo Essay: 


[I unintentionally was in Nashville on the centennial of the ratification of the 19th amendment. Tennessee's claim to fame is that it was the 36th state to ratify the amendment, thus giving women the right to vote.]

[the state capitol. across from the state archives.]

[microfilm, microfilm, microfilm.]

[my friends, vera and tyler, gave me the best food recommendations, including puckett's. it was also great having a socially-distanced picnic with them.]

[dreams come true here, apparently.]

[the state capitol, a different view.]


[i finished at the archives early, so i went on a self-guided tour of the ryman auditorium.]



[if you have a favorite band, they probably played here.]


And now for a photo essay of Lexington, KY: 

[the reading room.]

[i miss libraries.]

[covid chic.]

[excursion in the botanical gardens.]


[now to read more wendell berry.]