Today is a day to celebrate spiritual and academic teachers:
Jeff, because he’s both.
My fOlks of course.
Doug Bain and John Hamilton, two of my high school teachers who are most responsible for shaping how I think and why I bother to.
Sue Sparlin.
Patricia! So pithy, so witty, so wise. If you ever decide to write a book of life advice, I will be ripping pages out of the typewriter as they come and killing myself laughin’, I’m sure.
Mike and Jarmo.
Dorothy Dunnett.
I won’t say all the Unitarian ministers I’ve ever had dealings with, but most of them.
And the Grey Hymnal, a haven from the stupidity of the world.
All the black, trans*, differently othered and First Nations activists who have kicked my ass and pointed my thoughts in a different direction. Without their clear voices, without their clear vision, I’m just another temporarily-abled settler colonial gender essentialist living the good life on unceded land.
Happy birthday Jeff.
