A UU Minister on SPEAKING of FAITH!

Have a "Lockdown" Holiday?? No, thanks.

I just saw a TV commercial letting me know that there will be a "Lockdown" marathon all day long on Thanksgiving.... what? I can't think of anything that would be worse on Thanksgiving than watching hard-core criminals in jail for hours on end.

I honestly don't get these jail reality shows. Other reality shows, I don't like, I don't watch, but I get  how people could get fascinated with them. Curiosity, fascination with human nature, etc. But.. prison? How can anyone be fascinated with prison? Do they know anyone who has actually gone to jail or prison? Have they been inside a prison, talked with inmates, taken part in a program that serves women in jail? I have. It's boring, unpleasant, and subhuman. Yes, the people in jail and prison are still human beings, but they are there because they have done seriously wrong things, hurt other people, or because they themselves are seriously mentally ill or struggling with addiction. In other words, they are bad people, or they are hurting people.... All of these things are sad, not cool. They are tedious, ugly, painful, cruel, and nasty... not sexy and exciting. I guess it makes me angry. I really do feel as if these shows glorify the whole prison/jail thing, almost making it seem glamorous and thrilling in a sick way.

At the very least, they acquaint people, and that includes young people,  with the interior of a prison. They create a sense of familiarty which always diminishes fear. I know that when I was a kid, just the word "jail" or "prison" was horrifying. Now, I wonder whether it would deter a young person at all?

There are major problems with the whole system of incarceration in this country. It's racially skewed, it houses way too many people who ought to be in treatment for addiction, and it is an industry in itself. Others have written with much more credibility than I on these matters.

But I have experience and I know what I know. This week, I sat and talked with a young man who is serving time in jail for a DUI. His crime is his addiction. He's getting no help for that.. instead, he is housed in a locked unit with some of the most violent men in the jail. Maybe there is a way in which these shows could expose the unfair, absurd, and dehumanizing way we try to solve crime... but I doubt it.

Oh, Happy Thanksgiving! Here's a prayer:

Spirit of Justice and Peace, let us remember with hope and empathy every soul who is imprisoned this holiday season. Especially we send prayers for healing to those who are young and whose addictions have sent them into jail. May they find the guidance and the courage they need to recover and avoid criminal behavior. May they feel the love of their families and friends. Let our citizens and our lawmakers awaken to the vast injustice we call our "justice" system. And let us keep in our hearts every person who is imprisoned behind walls of their own making, made from fear, judgment, separation, envy, and self-loathing. May all beings be free.

Breast-eria.. Worried about BC? Try nursing.

The debate over new guidelines for mammograms is growing. I don't think the folks who issued those findings were in touch with what an emotional issue this is. Even for someone who has not had breast cancer, or ever had a family member with cancer, it's easy to get the drift. Just walk through retail stores, read women's magazines, watch TV. Breast cancer and its omnipresent pink ribbons are far and away the most popular cause among illnesses. I think that's fine, unless, as some contend, it takes resources away from other, less well-advertised causes that need funding and research more.

What bothers me is that we only ever talk and argue and fundraise and run in 10K races for the disease, and rarely do we consider the causes. So few people know that breastfeeding prevents some breast cancers, and that the longer one breastfeeds, the more protected one is. There are numerous studies showing that even women who give birth after age 25 ( early births also prevent some cancers) get greatly reduced risk if they breastfeed long enough. This appears to be due to the length of time that estrogen is suppressed, although more needs to be learned.

Granted, there are millions of women who did not breastfeed, for any number of reasons, and those women can not change that! But for young women who have not yet given birth, or are still in childbearing years, it would be so fabulous if there were as huge a campaign to get them to breastfeed as there is to raise money through pink ribbon campaigns. I'm not against self-exams or even mammograms, and I know that women who breastfeed can still get cancer! I just wish the emphasis on ways to lower risk were as great as the emphasis on detection and treatment.

The coolest thing of all is that breastfeeding is so beneficial to babies, and to mothers in so many other ways (including helping to prevent heart disease, osteoporosis, and ovarian cancer!) that it's a win-win situation. In fact, unless the mother is on drugs that pass through the breastmilk, there is almost no reason not  to breastfeed. You won't hear this over and over on the evening news. Why? Because you can't make money from breastfeeding, but you can from formula, paraphernalia, and all the other stuff parents buy for their babies when they could just hold them, keep them close, feed them as nature intended, and make life healthier for all concerned.

Here are a few links to information on these topics:

http://www.breastfeeding.com/all_about/all_about_breast_cancer.html

http://www.llli.org/NB/NBJulAug01p124.html

JESSIE'S VISION STATEMENT.. way better than mine!

Here's a link to Jessica Bollinger's website and  her personal vision, which she shared with us in church. She's an amazing woman!

www.imagoconnection.com

Personal Vision

This past Sunday at our Unitarian Church, I was asked to speak about my own personal vision. Our church community is working on a vision for the church. Our minister thought it would be helpful if the congregation could get a sense of what visions can mean to us on a personal level.
My vision is small-"healing the world one couple at a time".

How did that vision begin? I can remember sitting in my Masters of Social Work class and the professor looked out at us, and asked, "How many of you chose getting your Masters because of a difficult event that happened to you in your life?"

I raised my hand. I looked around and everyone else had his or her hands raised.

We are who we are by our experiences. We make our choices because of our experiences.

Having a "vision" helps you put the road in place to have the experience that you want.

Why did I go back to school to get masters of social work? I had just had the heart wrenching experience of a relationship ending, and my partner who was the biological mother took our child. Ben was 3 and ½. I was the primary caregiver. He was my life.

* Many times, our visions are based on something bad that happens to us, and we want to change things so that it doesn't happen to others.

After this happened with Ben, I thought to myself: "I don't EVER want this to happen to children-where they get 'caught' between their caregivers relationship, and hurt by separation".

This had happened to me when I was a child. My parents divorced when I was about 12. No matter how easy my parents tried to make it on us, we knew that it was difficult for them. That was 39 years ago. As kids my sister and I adapted to what we needed to do to help the situation.

When that happened with Ben, I made a conscious decision; "I am going to help couples so that this never happens where children are put into the middle.."

*A vision is like a rudder on a boat-it ends up unconsciously steering us to where we really need to go to succeed at that vision.

My Dad always had a boat on the Ohio River as I was growing up. I like to use that metaphor. I can remember being a little kid at the helm. Feeling big, feeling close to my Dad. Sitting up on the pilots seat with a cushion underneath me so I could see better. He would tell me to "look up ahead at that mile marker on the shoreline, and steer for that".

I would keep the boat in that direction, adjusting for speed and current, moving out of the way of barges and other craft. As I would get closer to the "mile marker" on the shoreline, then I would readjust to a new point to steer towards.

When I would look back over the rear of the boat, I could see my path in the water. It was not a "straight" line. The currents had carried it, the adjustments for other vessels had made it curve a bit. But I could see where I had come from, and it was pretty direct.

My vision of helping couples took me on the path I was supposed to be on.

We know we are on the right vision if:

Things feel "right"-
We feel comfortable in our body with this vision-
Serendipitous things happen along the way to help us along on this vision
We feel positive, with a positive purpose.

So here I was, an MSW graduate. I was working at Catholic Social Services as a counselor.

And then....A big Barge appeared in my path. My new relationship was in trouble, I felt like a hypocrite trying to help couples and mine was in trouble.

I happened upon an article. In the Family Therapy Networker Magazine. "A New Way to Love" It was an article about Imago Relationship Therapy and how it gives tools to have a great relationship.

I looked it up online and I found a workshop-the Getting the Love You Want Workshop. We attended. It was down in the Maggie Valley in North Carolina.

It was very life changing, giving us the tools to have a conscious intentional relationship.

I became trained and certified. It changed my practice.

Relationships are the "test"-we cannot NOT be in relationship. We are always in relationship-with our boss, our co-workers, our kids, our families, our partners.

Visions are conscious and intentional. They are our spiritual practice.

Staring at the mile marker ahead. If couplehood is loving and respectful where two whole fully alive selves can be fully differentiated. Where the two can cross the bridge into the others world and it can make sense to them-they don't have to agree or disagree-- They can be a witness to each other.

This creates a relationship environment where children can truly prosper. Where the parents can truly live consciously and intentionally and meet the needs of their children.

And then the children grow up to live consciously. They grow up with no baggage of unmet needs. They have a model of how to have a good relationship from their caregivers. They witness wonderful communication; they feel the environment of respect and love.

Thus healing the world one couple at a time..

It is a vision. The vision gives me a path.

The path winds and curves, but keeps me on course. It gives me hope and satisfaction.

And this conscious form of communication-called the 'intentional dialogue' that Imago teaches -being able to cross the bridge into the others world has been presented at the UNITED NATIONS.

At conferences I have witnessed an Israeli and a Palestinian practice this dialogue. Crossing the bridge into each other's worlds-they see that they both want the same thing.

Their children to be safe.

So in summation:

A vision is formed out of our past experiences
It is a roadmap that helps us stay on course.
It creates the occurrences and things along the path that support that vision.
The vision is correct for us if our body feels good with it.
Our visions give us hope and purpose.
Our visions are good for other people and the world.
Visions help us live intentionally and consciously.
They are part of who we are-our core, thus a vision is our spiritual practice.
The vision attracts what we need to learn to keep moving towards that vision.

And let me tell you more about my vision-

This coming January 12, I am beginning a 6-week class about relationships--one night a week for 6 weeks. It is going to be held at the Lexington Unitarian Universalist Church. The whole community is invited. I want singles, couples and young adults to come.

I want YOU to come, invite a friend, a partner, a co-worker, your teenagers.

It will be about how to connect, how to have healthy relationships, how to communicate effectively.

This will help you everywhere in your life, work, home, play.

See you then! Jessie

6pm-8pm
Tuesday, January 12th and the 19th, 26th
February 2nd, 9th and 16th.

Cost $10. per person per evening
Daycare available free

If you would like pizza, let me know when you register:

jessica@imagoconnection.com
859-552-6533

Keillor reads MY LOVE FOR ALL THINGS WARM AND BREATHING

Ahhh.. this blew me away. I feel this way about the people in the congregation, when I am centered and in a place of joy and love.

If you just want to hear the poem, move the cursor to about 2:30.

I actually don't like Garrison Keillor much, but he can read some poetry! And he picks em good too.

My Vision Statement, Part 1

I don't think I've ever written down my own vision statement. So, this is a first. Like the church, I am pretty sure  I have a vision for my life, but since it hasn't been articulated, my energies scatter and even boomerang. It's worth a try. I'll follow the same guidelines I gave Don & Jessie for our Sunday service.

My own vision took shape, albeit a murky, shifting shape, in childhood. I knew from earliest times that my passions were two: nature and words. I loved being out of doors, and I was blessed to live in a big, very old house with several acres of trees and meadows and lawns in which to play and imagine.There were no happier moments for me than those I discovered on a beautiful spring or autumn day, squirreling myself beneath a tree or behind a shed to dream, breathe, and write or think.

Inside the house was tension, veiled anxiety, and (I see now) evil. I don't think evil is too strong a word for people whose narcissism and addictions lead them to acts destructive of self and others. We appeared "normal" on the surface, I'm sure, but even as a child I must have been aware of the tentacles of control and the utter lack of affirmation. Since my stepmother stayed indoors, I could escape by going outside. I still treasure the sounds, the colors, the textures and intricacies of almost any sort of natural environment.

Words. I can barely remember a time when I didn't read voraciously. I crawled into books and stayed there as long as I could. Almost anything I could find around that offered a change of scenery, a different era to contemplate, a character I could befriend for a time would be read over and over. I didn't go to bookstores, and rarely got to go to libraries, so, unlike kids today, my choices of material were limited. I read whatever was around our house and whatever people gave me for gifts. Luckily, this included books like Heidi  and Little Women  that I read many times. Just words on paper could save me, so I knew my loyalty to them would be life-long.

It's come to pass that this earliest of loves, nature and words, are still the core elements of my personal vision.

(to be continued...)

Vision Statements: What's Yours?

Don Blevins and Cynthia in Eastern Ky 2006

For the first time in over ten years,our congregation has been going through a complete Vision Process. We've managed to do two whole five year Long Range Plans without revisiting a very ancient mission statement. Finally, we have taken on the task!

It didn't take long for our Task Force to agree that this work is vital. But it's taken months, and many meetings, for us to agree upon how we can engage the congregation in this work. Whether we'll succeed remains to be seen.We have a diverse and geographically scattered congregation. Two of our members drive up from Pikeville in Eastern Kentucky, about four hours each way!

So, leading up to next week's big Vision Sunday, we have tried to intrigue, excite, cajole, and court the membership into participating. We had three Sunday services on "vision" related topics. The first dealt with historic and visionary Unitarian and Universalist figures; the second with storytelling and the value of story in vision. By far, the third service, dealing with personal visioning, created the most buzz.

Since I didn't preach, I can only take credit for coming up with the idea of using this topic as an entree to congregational vision, and choosing the right people to help present it. I also devised a list of questions for them to consider... but they did the heavy lifting. In about exactly ten minutes each, Don and Jessica gave their individual accounts of how they created/adopted a vision for their lives. People were mesmerized, energized, and excited!

I hope our members take some time this week to think, and write, about their personal visions. I plan to! It was pretty close to what I expected when I asked folks to raise their hands if they felt they lived from a sense of vision/mission. About ten percent raised their hands.. maybe 15 out of 150 adults. But when I asked how many had written it down, the number of hands decreased to 5 or 6. Are we living our lives, or are they living us?

Here are the questions:

• QUESTIONS:


o What is your vision?

o How did it arise?

o What decisions have you made to move toward it?

o How has it changed?

o How has it changed YOU??

o What obstacles have you encountered?

o What have been your greatest ah-ha’s?

o What would you say to your child/ a child or young adult about living with vision/purpose/intention?

• ALSO:

o How does it connect with your spiritual practice, your inner life, your beliefs, your “soul”?

o How do you balance having a vision with trusting life and being open to surprise? That is, how do you keep your vision from being too rigid??

Don Blevins.. he's thinner now!

Now That's What I'm Talking About: Mementos!

Evidently, the wonderful, assorted, poignant, funny and tragic offerings that people leave at the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, DC are being preserved, catalogued, and cared for. I am so delighted about this!

There is power in objects, power that evokes memory, and memory makes "kings and queens of us all." That's why so many of us have trouble throwing away little outfits our kids wore, that old wedding bouquet, the notes from our BFF in high school.

Over the years, I have culled most of this stuff, but it still fills a few boxes. I have some drawings and some writing from each child's school days, the newspapers from when Princess Diana died, and other trinkets precious only to me. If I don't toss them out, it will be someone else's job after I am gone, and I don't love the idea of someone having to sift through my flotsam and jetsam and clean up after me.

But today's CNN program about the Vietnam mementos gave me a new idea! Maybe someday I will organize some of them into a little museum of me, get rid of the rest, and leave it for whoever wants to know.

If you had to choose six things to keep from your memento drawer/box/suitcase/pile. what would they be?

Here's the clip:

Son-shine....

My younger son, Colin, turned twenty-five yesterday! Wow. When I was 25, I was pregnant with my first child, and had already been a High School teacher for three years. You just never comprehend that time will pass so quickly and your own children will reach those same milestones. But what I was thinking about yesterday was that I used to say that I was born the day Colin was. So, that makes the new "me" twenty-five plus one day, too.

Most people who know me now don't believe it, but I was extremely shy and had an enormous amount of self-doubt when I was a child and even a teenager. By working as a waitress, and forcing myself to walk up to people I had never met and converse with them, and later, as I prepared to be a teacher, I started to overcome the shyness. But still, I had low self-esteem and worried, alot. I really didn't know how to accept myself and the world. I was conservative, conventional, and co-dependent. Most of my choices were made from a place of fear.

After my older son was born, I joined La Leche League. That's where I found my strength, my courage, and my community. There is no doubt in my mind that this quietly radical group of women were the ones who helped me uncover my true spirit... the one that knew what was best for my children and myself.

It's not just breastfeeding that gets taught at LLL! Through the meetings, the materials, and the acquaintances gleaned there, I learned about real natural birth, whole foods, attachment parenting, education, and living from one's convictions. I devoured the books in their library like boxes of chocolates. I never turned back. I know that, had I not found LLL and become a Leader, I would never have had the courage to attend the Unitarian church, which is now my faith home, my community, and my calling. As a group, we are as politically and socially and theologically progressive as LaLeche was about personal and family choices. I found me.

Still, I was pretty securely stuck in a marriage that did not support this new part of my inner self. When I became pregnant with Colin, my husband refused to participate in the classes that had been recommended for natural birth following a Cesearean; actually, he went to one class, and after he found out that we were going to do a visualization, wrote the whole thing off as hippie nonsense. But I had been exposed to just enough encouragement to hold my own on this. I refused to have a scheduled Cesearean and went to the classes alone. I felt riduculous, but I was damn determined! When I went into labor with Colin, I knew it would be long (I'd already had a late miscarriage after 30 plus hours labor, and a C-section after 36!) so I stayed home for almost a day and a half until I was sure things were well along. I staged my own civil disobedience (I was only a few miles away from the hospital) and took myself through labor, refusing interventions and getting up and moving around. My husband was there, but had nothing to do, because he had not attended the classes, and I wasn't using lamaze! Colin was born completely naturally about three hours after we got to the hospital. I felt that I had been born!

In a way, I was. I wouldn't name him after his father, so he went unnamed for about 6 or 7 hours. I decided to go home that same day, so that my not-yet three year old could have his family together again. I didn't continue with DPT vaccinations for Colin after he had a bad reaction (and he was a much healtheir child than Casey!). Most of all, I began taking the steps toward independence of mind and spirit so that my sons would not grow up with an oppressed and depressed mother.

Colin has been like a guru to me. He had a mind of his own from about Day 3, stood up for himself like a trooper, met every experience with zest and daring (he is very accident-prone) and just barrelled into life like a clown at a circus. He was blessed to have teachers that appreciated his spirit and didn't squelch it. I used to sing You are my sunshine... to him, over and over. He still brings me sunshine and laughter every time I see him. He has a heart of gold. He's athletic and smart. He is generous and full of love. He's loyal and believes in honesty. He is a fantastic older brother to his sister Marjorie. He is a deep thinker and he can do anything he sets his mind to.

Life has not been without its thorns and its valleys. Colin suffered from all of the bad things that accompany a bitter divorce, and he has met a lot of obstacles. But that is his story, not mine, and he is still writing it. I have faith and confidence that he, like me, will somehow, one day, experience that second birth when everything he is meant to be and to enjoy and to give to the world become manifest. Happy Birthday, sunshine!

Joy Killers

I read a facebook posting by a colleague that said she'd recieved an anonymous piece of hate mail. Of course it hurt her, as that can be the only reason for such a thing. I do not know her well, but I know that this person is witty and vivacious and spunky. My guess is that she exudes joy and even spontaneity. Some people hate this more than anything, because they have no joyful living left in them, or they are so constricted by their own inner demons that they could never live from that joyful, spontaneous place.

I picture these people as dour-faced grumps who sit on the sidelines watching and judging when other dance.

Ministers are subject to every form of criticism. Best I can ascertain, we are expected to be pretty much perfect at all times by some people. The weight of the expectation can be crushing, especially if it is added to one's own self-doubt. There must be a better way!

Almost as hurtful as anonymous hate mail are comments, either reported by or written to a third party, that contain diffuse, non-specific criticism. Not long ago, someone wrote in a note that she'd stopped attending church because she expected a spiritual leader and I was not such an animal. GAK!  I have no idea what she means by "spiritual," but I can make a few guesses, based upon the fact the she joined during the tenure of, and was obviously pleased with, my predecessor. I was shown a copy of her letter, so I wrote to her, directly. I told her how much it hurt to hear that I was the cause of her ceasing to attend church, and that I wish she had come to me and told me of her specific concerns with my demeanor or my words. To her credit, she did try to continue attending for several years, and she did comment on some surveys regarding my sermons, but I felt I had never been given a chance to learn much from her dismissal of me. It made me very sad.

Criticism is almost never helpful. My deep impression, after years in this industry, is that the more spontaneous, joyful, and confident one is, the more these pointed barbs will come your way. Joy-killers are everywhere, and one good way to recognize them is that they like you much better when you are miserable, suffering, or struggling. I also have a sneaking suspicion that this happens more often to women than to men.

Last night I dreamed that I was at a high school get-together, and all of the others were socializing and talking while I kept trying to get a doctor's appointment. When I came into the room, and made some joking, teasing comments, one girl said very harshly, "WE don't say those kinds of things here.. etc." I have to see "her" as both a symbol of the joy killer ouside of me and of the one within.

That's the only one I can do anything about. What can I do? Maintain a spiritual discipline. Keep learning and striving to do better. Forgive myself and others. Understand. Cultivate peace and inner joy. Watch for signs of joy squelching in my own behaviors. Find ways to laugh (to me, that's the most "spiritual" practice of all), even/especially at myself. Listen to my death. Prioritize. Feel God's love and approval. Keep striving for understanding,compassion, and peace.Pray for those who wish me ill:

Great Spirit of Lovingkindness: Remind me to practice loving me a little every day. Let me feel for myself a wide-open door into authenicity and joy, Let me never utter words that make another feel shamed, oppressed,or judged. And when these words come my way, give me strength and remind me that I am accepted by the great and wide Universe that is my home. Amen.

Come to My Farm!!

The name of my farm is Innisfree.  You know the poem, right? Yeats. He was writing about a small island in a lake of Ireland, so not everything about the poem applies to my 25 acres in Kentucky's outer Bluegrass.. but the gist of it does:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

W.B. Yeats

We bought the farm (literally) exactly three years ago. Our dream is to have a small working/learning environment where people can visit, stay and reconnect with God , the Universe, and their own spirit.

I wish I could convey how restful and quiet it is! The place is about half a mile down a gravel lane, which is 2 miles down a side road, which is about three miles south of a tiny hamlet called Willisburg. You can NOT hear traffic at all! Sometimes, there is almost total silence. It is so healing, so restorative, so restful.

If you want to, you can just sit and look at the many birds of prey as they swoop over the hills and valleys. You can sit of the porch of the cabin and see bluebirds, hummingbirds, and even woodpeckers at their solitary craft. Or, you can walk the mile-long trail through the woods, and come upon deer, turtles, a startled family of wild turkeys, even a fox. At the pond, you'll startle thousands of tree frogs and toads when you approach. Water lilies bloom in spring. All along the hillside, wildflowers attract a multitude of butterflies and down at the back of the ridge top, we have bees!

There's a log cabin that was started by the former owner, and our goal is to finish restoring it and make it available, free of charge, to ministers and clergy, UU & otherwise, social activists & artists. The cabin has a loft and a bathroom and a huge stone fireplace. My husband built a covered porch that goes all the way around the cabin. Here you can spend the day from sunrise, which you'll view coming over the farmer's pasture next door, to sunset.

It's beautiful all year round. Just a fifteen minute drive from Central Kentucky's Bluegrass Parkway, a scenic, lightly traveled  road that stretches from Lexington all the way to Elizabethtown. Nearby is the place where Lincoln's parents were married, the monastery where Thomas Merton lived, and the distilleries that produce Kentucky's finest bourbon. Doesn't it sound delightful?

We hope to have the cabin finished within a year or so. We need either time to do it ourselves or money to pay someone to! Or.. someone who'd do the work in exchange for a place to stay. It still needs chinking, and the kitchen and bathroom need to be finished. Still, if you'd like to put in your reservation for Fall of 2010 or beyond (sabbatical coming?) we will pencil you in! UU Ministers get first choice! I would love for colleagues to avail themselves of the delights I have enjoyed for three years now... no Internet! no cable TV! Just the sound of silence and your heart's delight.

Notice the hammock!

Things to do with food... other than eat it.

During the last few years, as my knees became increasingly problematic, my activity level diminished accordingly. I had once been a slim girl who could eat anything at all as long as I stayed active. Then I became a young mother who could still eat pretty much anything, as long as I was very active.  Since I love food, and exercise, I jogged, hiked, bikram yoga-ed, aerobicized, and danced. In the process, I undoubtedly added to the premature demise of the cartilage in my knees! As I got older, I still needed lots of exercise, as well as a stint at Weight Watchers every few years to drop the accumulated ten or at most 15 pounds. Even when not an active "weight watcher," I had to refrain from eating whatever I wanted. The days and nights of noshing at will were over. Turning fifty and having very bad knees added a bit more than that! I GOT FAT! I am back at weight watchers, got the first ten nearly off, and feel better already. Best of all, my knees are fixed, and I am looking forward to vigorous exercise once again!

Meanwhile, food is something to be mostly avoided. Right? Wrong! In fact, there are lots of ways to enjoy food without shoving it down the hatch! Here a few:

Plant a gorgeous garden, visit it frequently, and pick oodles of fresh vegetables (most of which you can eat without guilt.. NO BUTTER!)

Read about food! So far, I have finished all of the Julia Child-related books, and have waiting Secret Ingredients: The New Yorker Book of Food and Drink  and Eating My Words: An Appetite for Life  by Mimi Sheraton, a reknowned food writer. Then there are food magazines! Yum. Is that drool on those pages?

I've just gotten into food blogs. Endless! Try chocolate and zucchini... French and fun!
http://www.chocolateandzucchini.com/


Enjoy it with your ears. I love NPR's The Splendid Table  with Lynn Rosetto Kaspar. That woman's voice alone is succulent! When she describes food, it sounds like she's rolling scrumptious things around in her mouth. She doesn't just do recipes; she talks about all sorts of ingredients and accoutrement for cooking. Sadly, she's on at one on Sundays, so I usually miss her. But the show can be heard in podcast, and she has a little weekly e-mail you can sign up for that sends an inspiring mid-week recipe.

http://splendidtable.publicradio.org/newsletter/sample.shtml


You could watch food shows on TV.. I don't, but there are plenty! I do love food movies. Julie and Julia, of course, and my favorite one of all is Big Night. Fabulous. Lots of good literature has wonderful food descriptions too. Fictional food has zero calories!

Make food for other people. A big part of my food loving is cooking. For me, it's like meditation. It's also creative: choosing the elements of a meal, combining colors and tastes and textures, seasoning and garnishing. I love baking pies for people because I make a mean pie crust and people get great pleasure from my pies. It's also a good idea to bake for people since you can't cheat and take part of the pie or cake before giving it away! Here's an apple cake I make for my son and his friends:

Write about food. I am starting a memoir that is based upon the recipes I have collected over the decades, and all of the memories that are triggered by each one, good and bad. Not the most original idea, I know, but fun and theraputic.

Make things with it (I did not make this..)

Or this, but I was there when someone did...

This is the Easter cake that I make (almost) every year...

You can also dream about food, talk about it, take pictures of it, learn about it, and look at it. Bon appetit!

Saints & Souls, Sinners & Winners

Halloween! OK, that's over. I heard Christmas music on the car radio today. We appear to have skipped right over Thanksgiving; indeed, it's not a big retail day, unless you are in the frozen turkey or canned pumpkin business. But before we all launch headlong into the many winter holidays, the ones about birth and light, perhaps we should reflect upon what Halloween's all about: death and dying.

Get beyond the pirates and the princesses knocking at your door. Beyond the candy and the parties and parades. Get to the ghosts, ghouls, and gore. Halloween, All hallows' eve, Samhein, Dia de los Muertos, and even the tidied up versions known as All Souls' and All Saints' Days are holidays that give us the chance to celebrate death. That's why the religious right hate them so much! I was surprised that the Obamas didn't get skewered by the Limbaughs and Hannitys for so publicly observing this hallowed pagan day! And I was so delighted to see them doing it.

The extreme religious right is a death-denying culture. From its emphasis on personal salvation and the hereafter to its hatred of all things primal, feminine, and earthy, it resists and fears life's ultimate end. It teaches that life is eternal, and that may be, but this life, this body, this world is finite. And, as the many Buddhist interpretations as well as the earth-centered and native spiritualities can teach us, death is ripe with lessons we all need.

UU minister and author Robert Fulghum goes to a cemetery on a regular basis and sits beside his own grave. Yogis practice the corpse pose. Buddhist meditators picture their own death. Why? Because a deep acquaintance with the reality of our own demise, regardless of what we believe about what may or may not lie beyond, is key to living well. When I truly understand that life is finite, that my days on this earth are absolutely numbered, that is when I begin to live with intention.

Intention means I do not waste a day, or a moment. It means I treasure: people, their faces, their words and deeds, their quirks and foibles. It means I will experience gratitude for all nature's moods and seasons.. for who knows how many times I shall experience them again? It means that I seize this day, and do with it something of worth, however small. Do I always live with intention? Of course not. Like everyone, I forget that life is finite and death is coming for me as well as for the rest of you. That's when I lose my focus and let days pass me by.

Strangely, becoming accustomed to death, and its certainty, brings joy. When I see how brief and fleeting each life is, I can choose despair or joy. Joy, because it is precious, rare, exquisite, delicious, and beautiful. I'll take joy.

Great Spirit of the Universe, remind me each day of life's precious nature. Amen