HOW TO LOVE YOUR PARTNER
How indeed? The title of the gathering at Iris Yoga Studio in Accord, proposed by one of the Iris's friends, requires some serious expansion since it also embraces its next-of-kin subjects:
HOW TO LOVE YOUR SELF
Once we meet, we may talk about loving and some delicate road maps we all need to draw -- and try to follow.
My name is Yva Momatiuk.
I was born in Poland in 1940 and came to the US in 1965. A long time ago, I used to live in New York City and work as a designer for Harrison & Abramovitz architects. After my first husband died in an industrial accident I left Manhattan, went to bum around Mexico and Guatemala, and later settled on a remote Wyoming cattle ranch overlooking Rattlesnake Hills near the Great Divide. I saw few people but many animals; I also chased cows, rode horses, photographed and wrote.
A few years later, near Kelly, a small hippie community in Jackson Hole, I gave a lift to a lone hitchhiker with long dark hair and laughing blue eyes whose truck broke down and who, like me, carried his cameras wherever he went. After some exquisite adventures which included our first assignment for National Geographic magazine I married John Eastcott under the sandstone spires of Fisher Towers in Utah in 1976. It was a splendid ceremony, conducted by a local justice of the peace. Our husky dog Mis performed flawlessly as the best man, our photo agent's black lab named Charlotte was the maid of honor, the judge brought his wire haired terrier, and the entire affair cost us less than $20.
And now, after several decades of living and working together, spending virtually every night and day next to each other, and collecting friends all over the world we hope our road maps are still leading in the same direction.