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OK, I GIVE UP.

If anyone is even still reading this blog, you must be going completely insane.  Or you think I am.  I’ve bopped from blog to blog — from blogger to wordpress — and then a lateral move trying to create a different reality on wordpress.  I moved from blogger because I wanted the blog to be a bit more flexible–I wanted to be able to do more things.  WordPress seemed to do that.  I did not figure in the reality that I CAN’T FIGURE IT OUT!!  The interface is just not intuitive to me, and that’s why I never get around to posting stuff, because I am confounded by the whole process.   To be clear, this is not a dramatic critique of WordPress, just a statement that my non-linear thought processes and WordPress together are more like that old “this is your brain on drugs” ad with the egg in the frying pan than I would prefer.  I can handle the simplicity and erstwhile cumbersome-ness of Blogger’s interface.  Let’s not take that as a global statement, though, OK!?

So.  I’m going back to Blogger.  Done and done.  here’s the web address:  http://findingselah.blogspot.com/  If the webmaster doesn’t block my email address forever when I ask him to change the link on the website for the umpteenth time, then it will link directly from http://www.uuloudoun.org like this one does.

Until that time, I’m sorry for the confusion, and…

See you in church!

a theme for our reflection

About this time last year, the effects of the credit crunch and the housing downturn were reverberating around the globe—news reports were full of “troubled assets,” “bailout options,” and “job losses.”  Everybody said that the only way to fix the situation was more money

 Now, I am no economist, and I hardly ever understand exactly what it is that the Fed is supposed to be accomplishing, so rest assured, I’m not here to argue the pros and cons of TARP or assess the latest financial numbers.  However, I have always had a hunch that finding a long term solution to our economic and social woes is less about regulating financial markets and more about focusing on our interpersonal relationships.

I have come to believe that there are two broad concepts that are essential to the survival of humankind—and they have nothing to do with money. These two concepts are civility and sustainability.  We’ve got to be nicer to each other, and remember that our communities and the connections we make to one another sustain us.  AND, we’ve got to commit to living within our means, not just materially, but emotionally, spiritually and mentally, too.  It seems too simplistic, and that makes me want to think more about it–discuss my thoughts with other people, and see what we can learn from each other.  With this goal in mind, over the next few months, I will be using a book called Choosing Civility by P.M. Forni as a focus for my own personal reflection.  I’ll be sharing my thoughts with you through blog posts and in sermons—and any other creative way that you or I can think of to engage the subject.  The UUCL book club has already expressed interest in adding it to their list of books.

In the spring, I will do the same with a book called, Making the Good Life Last, by Michael Schuler, which focuses on cultivating a sustainable lifestyle.

I hope that many of you will join me in reading these two books, and that together we can find ways to incorporate discussion and reflection into the life of our community, because I think that there is much we can learn from each other in such a conversation.

Here’s a quote from Forni, for your reflective edification, “With a training in civility we develop the invaluable habit of considering that no action of ours is without consequences for others and anticipating what those consequences will be.  We learn to act in a responsible and caring way.  Choosing civility means choosing to do the right thing for others—for the “city.”  The byproduct of doing justice to others is the enrichment of our own lives.  I hope that we will never tire of rediscovering that being kind is good for the kind.”

Stay tuned!

vacation & study leave highlights

I’m glad to be home, and excited to begin the new church year.  But first, here are a few choice shots from my time away.  The first week I spent with colleagues at a conference at Boston University, and the second week, I traveled around Western MA, Vermont, New Hampshire and Connecticut visiting friends.  The third week, Janet joined me and we spent two days in Ocean Grove, NJ and the rest of the time in Newburyport, MA.

A complete album can be viewed here.

See you in church!

What’s on my bookshelf?

As I prepare for my study leave and vacation, I thought it might be fun to share what’s on my summer reading list. 

Women Who Run With the Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes ~ This one’s been on the shelf for ages, but I haven’t ever picked it up.  It’s a great book to read a chapter at a time and find little bits of inspiration.

Water for Elephants, by Sara Gruen ~ I just finished this one, and I enjoyed it a LOT.  Great writing, a very evocative and interesting window into the world of circus performers.

Making the Good Life Last:  Four Keys to Sustainable Living, by Michael A. Schuler ~ I’ll be leading a discussion group on this book sometime next year, so you might want to take a gander yourself.  Schuler is a UU minister, serving the First Unitarian Society in Madison, WI.

The Art Therapy Sourcebook, by Cathy Malchiodi ~ Fairly self explanatory, this is the latest in my stack of art and spiritual practice related resources.

Twenty Poems to Nourish Your Soul, selected & introduced by Judith Valente & Charles Reynard ~ one of my favorites, this book has old familiar poems (like the Summer Day by Mary Oliver) and others I’d never heard before, but which are becoming familiar (like Twinings Orange Pekoe by Judith Moffett) with accompanying reflections.

How Can I Keep From Singing? The Ballad of Pete Seeger, by David King Dunaway ~ Pete Seeger is one of my heroes, an inspiration and a prophet.  And besides, my mom says it’s a good book!

As Nature Made Him:  The Boy Who Was Raised As A Girl, by John Colapinto ~ This one is a difficult read–not because of the prose, but because of the topic.  It’s the story of a boy whose gender was surgically altered after a botched circumcision.  Interesting insights into family dynamics, self-discovery and the development of psychological/medical/scientific understanding of gender and identity.

Founding Faith: Providence, Politics and the Birth of Religious Freedom in America, by Steven Waldman ~ Janet bought this when we visited Jamestown in April, and I snitched it.  :-)

Saving Paradise: How Christianity Traded Love of This World for Crucifixion and Empire, by Rebecca Ann Parker and Rita Nakashima Brock ~ What can I say, I’m a theology geek.  Sadly, I can’t read this one until Janet finishes it, even though it was one of my Christmas gifts… I guess it’s payback for bogarting Founding Faith.

The Full Cupboard of Life & Blue Shoes and Happiness, by Alexander McCall Smith ~ These are part of the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series.  I love Precious Ramotswe.

Lamb:  The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal, by Christopher Moore ~ It’s totally a guilty pleasure, and I just can’t help re-reading it periodically.  Makes me laugh out loud every time.

 

What are you reading this summer?

thirteen things ~ a commemoration of June 7, 2008

It is just over a year past my ordination into the Unitarian Universalist ministry.  I am recalling a list I made shortly after the service on June 7, 2008.  At the time, I was struck by the snapshots and snippets that come to me as I move through my days: the fleeting memory of a hand on my shoulder, a phrase, a visual picture… I didn’t want to forget the things that made that day so moving and meaningful.  In honor of the recently past anniversary, I thought I’d revisit that list of memories.

13. This quote from a speechless friend (a friend who is never speechless, at least as far as I have experienced) after the service: “It was so… I mean, it was… just… it was so… :long pause: Well, let me put it this way, there were a lot of butch lesbians in that congregation who were trying really hard not to cry.”

12. On the sanctuary walls around us, an exhibit of art made by children in the congregation. How perfectly perfect!

11. The people who came from far and near to witness this milestone in my life. I am amazed and grateful.

10. The way people are touched by the way that I see the world. From inside my head, it seems so normal and everyday–it’s just the way it is in here.

9. My mother, as she stood behind me with her hand on me during the laying on of hands, had a visceral memory of my birth. What amazing symbolism.

8. The words of the response to the psalm, “We are made from this earth, we are body borne, the spirit indwells, alleluia.”

7. Drummers and a singing congregation, rockin’ out to the calypso beat of an old Harry Belafonte tune. “We are of the spirit, truly of the spirit, only can the spirit turn the world around!”

6. The scent of the cinnamon mixed into the oil that RevDoc used to anoint my hands for the work of ministry.

5. All of the carved rosewood symbols of the world religions, the images that made me fall in love with the meetinghouse in the first place.

4. Even under the weight of the hands of so many people, an indescribable feeling of lifting, a palpable sense of being surrounded and buoyed by the Spirit. I was not and am not alone in this.

3. Music, such beautiful music, soaring and floating and winging its way around the meetinghouse, expressing so much more than just words can say, the love and the care and the beauty that is put into such artistic expression. Especially the arrangement of “Testimony.” Thank you, thank you, Justine!

2. A sense of accomplishment and pride in the path that stretches back to the past and ahead into my future. I worked hard, and will continue to do so. I wonder what’s next!

1. The promises I made that day: to be a witness to the human experience, to embody the spirit of our free faith, and to protect the sacred fellowship of all creation.

Day of Silence ~ April 17, 2009

Friends,

Tomorrow is the National Day of Silence.  From the website: The National Day of Silence brings attention to anti-LGBT name-calling, bullying and harassment in schools.  Each year the event has grown, now with hundreds of thousands of students coming together to encourage schools and classmates to address the problem of anti-LGBT behavior.   In honor of all the students who participate in this important day of witness, I want to share a reflection I wrote a last year, the day after the Day of Silence.  

April 26, 2008

I was so silent, I forgot.

Sometimes I get so swept up in the business and busy-ness of my own life that I miss something. Sometimes it’s something little that seems really big. And sometimes it’s something that is actually really big but in the whoosh and whirl of the day, gets treated as little.

We must not forget.

We cannot forget that one out of ten (or more) persons we pass by on the street, in the coffee shop, at work, anywhere could be bearing the weight of a secret that feels so terrible that it could crack the whole world open if it was shared.

I grew up in a politically liberal Unitarian Universalist family who did not tell me that a relative was a lesbian, not because they were ashamed or upset, but because it just didn’t register on the radar that it was something that should be announced. Marge and Eleanor were a couple just like Grandma and Grandpa.

Still and  yet, it took me until I was 21 years old to come out, when I knew I was attracted to women as early as age 7. Things are changing, but slowly, and there are still so very many people bearing the pain of shameful silence. Don’t let them stay imprisoned.

Make every day your day of silence.

May we wake every morning with the thought of those who cannot speak on our hearts, and compassion for those who keep them imprisoned: those who are too fearful to let difference be a part of the tapestry of humanity.

May we walk through our days breathing a prayer to the Spirit who fills in the spaces between us: a prayer that all those who are persecuted and silenced and live in fear every day of their lives may find healing and peace and security.

May we end our days with the knowledge that the way to healing is to begin with gratitude for the grace which sustains us, the possibility of change in every heart, and all the people who do not forget.

May It Be So.

what we did in art class this week

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In case you were wondering, here’s an example of the project we did in the Art As A Spiritual Practice Class on Thursday. Low tech, low stress, high enjoyment, I think was the general consensus.

As always I love to see how many different ways there are to work with the same tools and the same instructions.

The picture you can see here is my own collage. We still have space in the upcoming classes, and if you’d like to join in for Mandalas for Spiritual Illumination, just drop me an email to reserve your spot. 7:30PM, Thursday, March 12, downstairs!

Ash Wednesday reflections

One day, a colleague with two young children was working in her home. Suddenly, my friend was interrupted by the shrieks of her 6-year old daughter, incredulously trumpeting a particularly egregious transgression committed by her older brother. “He said the ‘A’ word!! He said the ‘A’ word!!!” she cried.

My friend, assuming the worst—that her 8 year old had learned to swear—prepared to reprimand and punish, since the pastor’s children really ought not cuss like sailors. And then her son arrived on the scene, equally incredulous, ready to defend his own honor.

It turns out that the ‘A’ word he said was not the one we all assumed. The ‘A’ word he had, in fact, said, was “Alleluia.” You see, the week before at an Ash Wednesday service, the children’s time had included a ritual packing-away of the word “Alleluia,” in preparation for the fasting and reflecting time of Lent. The 6-year old had taken a literal reading of this particular children’s sermon, and elevated the word “Alleluia” to the level of the worst swear she could imagine.

I didn’t understand the purpose of Lent until I went to seminary. That first year I attended a Christian theological school, I watched my friends live—actually live—the forty days of Lent. I had only ever known Lent as a time during which people gave things up, like chocolate, or hitting their brother, and nobody had ever explained to me why they were doing this.

It always seemed kind of strange, and didn’t make much logical sense to me un-churched as I was. And when we did become churchgoers, I did not learn much about Lent in the humanist congregation my family attended.

I participated in an Ash Wednesday service that first year, in which we were encouraged to use the forty days of Lent to repent. Usually we think of repentance as pejorative—when we do something wrong, we must repent of our sin, we feel regret about something we have done, sorrowful or penitent. But in Greek, repentance is most often translated as metanoia, which has a much deeper and more complex meaning.

Meta means after, with, or outside of, and noia means to perceive, think or observe.
Theologically, metanoia is used to refer to a change of mind, a turning, a fundamental shift in consciousness. Further, in the Ash Wednesday service, it was explained that in ancient Greek culture, the soul was thought to reside in the head, rather than in the heart, as we might think today. So, if the soul resides in the mind, and repentance is a change of mind, we can really think of metanoia as a change of heart.

I think of repentance, or metanoia, as a turning. It is the fundamental shift in my consciousness that comes with deep self-reflection, with self-awareness and engagement with my own life’s journey.
Lent, a time of repentance, self-denial and fasting, which is meant to bring the Christian penitent closer to God, can be relevant to us as well. We may be humanist, atheist, Christian or non-Christian Unitarian Universalists, but ultimately the practice of observing Lent is meant to bring us closer to the truth that resides in our own hearts.

We pack away the “Alleluias,” not to be morbid or arbitrarily give up a vice, but because taking time to reflect deeply on who we are and what is important in our lives is a good practice. This is not about random self-denial, but about clearing away the things that distract us from our larger purpose, from our deepest thoughts and highest purpose.

Whether or not we are waiting to commemorate the death and resurrection of Christ in a literal sense, the season of winter is not over yet, and as we live in the chill air of a February afternoon, we wait for the time when green buds will appear on trees and the crocus will peek its tender green bloom from a crack in the still-frozen ground.

When Easter comes, when the spring begins, what will you have turned away from? What old habits and sadnesses will you have left behind? How are you preparing the garden of your soul for the growing season ahead?

See you in church!

a reflection on "success"

I have always disliked the word “success.” It seems like a pretty simple one, nothing fundamentally wrong with it. I mean, who doesn’t want to succeed? But it’s just so heavy. And fraught with so much baggage, all about other people’s expectations.

If the opposite of success is failure, then, because of the way our society is structured–all about either-or thinking–it’s impossible to succeed, because there is not a human being on this earth who does not miss the mark at least every once in a while. In this world of dualism, you can’t be a little bit successful, or sort of a failure. You’ve either won the war, or not. (that, however, is a whole other story!) You’ve either got the job, or not. And if that’s the way we look at things, then I think we’re living in a pretty dismal world.

It’s funny, etymologically, there’s nothing really icky about the word success. It simply derives from the Latin succedere which means “come after” and the meaning of “desired end” isn’t recorded until the late 1500s. And yet, we get into all this contorting and judging and not listening to our hearts because we are so conditioned not to listen to our own needs around what it means to be successful.

How many of us have kept the secret of our sexuality from our family or friends because the idea of success is explicitly defined as Married to a Member of the Opposite Gender and Populating the World With The Requisite 2.5 Biological Children?

How many of us took a soul-killing career path only because it was what we thought someone else wanted for us?

How many of us go into thousands of dollars worth of debt, stretching ever further from the reality of our means because we simply must have the outward trappings of success to feel complete or worthy?

And how many of us are slowly dying inside because those outward trappings do not fill the longing we have inside? We are secretly sure that if we don’t cling to these things, there would be nothing of us left. How many of us are using the expectations and the need for success by another’s definition to remain trapped in a personal economics of scarcity, constantly trying to fill that hole in our hearts which feels like it is just getting bigger and bigger and bigger?

One of the things I have come to believe in my years of study and self-reflection is that, in fact, that figurative hole in our hearts is supposed to be there. I have come to understand that the empty space is the center of the spiral, the core of the spiritual journey, the place where the creative impulse resides. That empty space is the place within us where God exists, where the divine spark that animates our bodies and our breath fulfils its greatest purpose.

And if we can connect with that empty space, our lives will change. Can we find our way from fear into the creative free-fall? Can we find our way to defining success as the desired outcome of our deepest self: our heart’s wish.

I think we can. And just imagine the possibilities.

May it be so.

new beginnings

Friends,
It is customary on the first day of the new year to make grand plans—to wipe the slate clean and start over, with resolutions and goals, expectations that this year will be different. And may it be so. But may we also remember that each day is a new day. In this new year, let us remember that we do not have to wait until the first of the year to make a change or to make a difference.  Each breath we take can be a new start:  A personal change or a contribution to the betterment of the world—it is never to late to begin again.
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May 2009 bring peace and justice, faith, hope and love!

See you in church,
Lisa
P.S.  One more quick thing:  My dog Maia would like to assure you that she has survived the drama and indignity of wearing a cone on her head, and almost all of the fur at the lumpy-bump-ectomy site has grown back.  She would like to wish each and every one of you a blessed new year, with hopes that your winter holidays were relaxing and full of good stuff.