We are Always Coming Out

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Legally marrying a couple I'd done a service of union for. Finally!

a coming out story would be
a chronicle of all the days of all my lives
it seems there is either nothing to tell,
or far too much
how can i possibly capture any of it
stop the flow
march it out in lines for all to see and know
i am always coming out
endlessly unfolding on an infinite number of levels
i struggle and persist.

– Constance Faye (“Come Again”)

a coming out story would be
a chronicle of all the days of all my lives
We live many lives.

If we are lucky, we know this, and we grow more and more fully into the “I” that is the most whole and most evolved. We become who we are meant to be.

On this Sunday after Coming Out Day, I have had the opportunity to reflect upon some of those lives, and to accept that I have not always been who I was meant to be, to accept that even now, the age some people “retire”, I am still becoming. I am still learning.

It seems there is either nothing to tell

Or far too much.

When I was becoming aware of human sexuality, it was “last century” as my kids love to say. Pete Buttigieg, the first openly gay candidate for President, had not been born. We whispered about our two Phys Ed teachers, Miss Carson and Miss Bookner, who were, we were sure, lesbians, we made fun of the Thespian Society (I was a member so I heard the comments all the time), we wondered about effeminate boys and masculine girls. The word “queer” was just gradually beginning to be used to mean “gay” and not just “weird”.

I didn’t know anyone who was gay; or at least anyone who was openly gay. I had no books, poems, films, or music to help me understand. Naturally, I was afraid of what I didn’t know. I wasn’t openly homophobic, but I was avoidant and silent. This continued through most of my twenties, even after going to college. It seems almost bizarre to me now.

It was not until I became involved in the UU Church in Cherry Hill NJ that I met and was befriended by gay men and women, and that I volunteered to join the committee to introduce one of the first Welcoming Congregation programs. Something we talked about was that if we promoted the workshops, people would think we were ourselves gay/lesbian. Deciding I was fine with that was one of my first baby steps toward coming out: as an ally, a liberal, and an advocate.

how can i possibly capture any of it
stop the flow
march it out in lines for all to see and know

My then very young sons (the oldest is the same age as Mayor Pete) and I went to SUUSI for several summers before I entered the ministry. (Once I was a clergy person, I just couldn’t enjoy SUUSI the same way again. Nude hikes, anyone?) It was there we were befriended by a family whose kids got along great with mine. Dee Graham and Signa, her late partner, had two biological and one adopted (Black) child. To me, from a circumscribed life in South Jersey, this ought to have been shocking, but our friendship grew so naturally and so organically that it’s hard to pinpoint the moment I “changed”. What I know for sure is that it took, for me, eating, playing, relaxing and co-housing with, LGBT persons to become for real what my intellect knew was right: an outspoken ally.

None too soon.

My kids would learn never to use the word “gay” as a slur. They stood up against its use by others. Colin was actually censored by his elementary school for cross-dressing in the Halloween parade, while Casey regularly put on make-up and skirts in adulation of Kurt Cobain, the lead singer of Nirvana.

i am always coming out
endlessly unfolding on an infinite number of levels
i struggle and persist.

Since becoming a minister, I have had the opportunity to not only eat, sing, laugh, and share space with gay colleagues and congregants, I have had the opportunity to minister to lesbian, gay, transgender, queer, questioning, and gender fluid people. I have been with them at the death beds of their beloveds, done funerals for their children who died of suicide or overdose, sat with them in hospitals and hospice, in childbirth and trauma. I have performed numerous services of union and many legal weddings. It has been a privilege.

All this has been possible because UUism is a welcoming, affirming, embracing place for LGBTQI+  persons.

And I want to say that it has not only been a blessing to those people, it has enriched my life beyond measure. That is the thing: opening, embracing, loving the “other” enriches us. We are the richer, the deeper, the more profoundly human because of it.

i am always coming out
endlessly unfolding on an infinite number of levels
i struggle and persist.

I’m still unfolding. Aren’t you? My daughter is bisexual, although I’m sure she’d reject even that label. Of late, she’s been a career woman with our dog (which she stole, but that’s another story) and her two therapy rabbits as her family. I will freely admit that it took me by surprise and that it worried me. What if? What if? What if? I knew enough about people’s struggles and pain to know what she was in for.

My former interim congregation in NJ was one of three who called a trans minister. I worried, knowing them: how would these South Jersey mostly straight UUs manage to remember to say they/them/theirs instead of “she”? Or “he”? They've done great.

i am always coming out
endlessly unfolding on an infinite number of levels
i struggle and persist.

I regret that I was homophobic and heteronormative for so long. I forgive myself, because I didn’t know, and had no means to know. I accept myself as part of this world, organically interconnected with all beings and all life, for better, and increasingly obviously for worse. As I age, my aspirations scale back but my determination remains, just more closely focused. My being here with you is an outgrowth of that. I no longer expect massive change, but I want to be a part of what can be, with what is left to us.

Here is my challenge: Who will we choose to be going forward? We have yet to becoming entirely embracing of trans and gender fluid people, people of color, of people of lower socio-economic backgrounds, of mental, emotional, and spectrum disabilities, of blue collar people who don’t read the New York Times.

But we can grow. We can learn, evolve, and reach out.

I want to be a part of what Margaret Wheatley calls Islands of Sanity. I want us to be able to honor our two great needs, for connection and for self-expression.  I’ll talk more about that next time.

Brother Thomas Merton

For now:

The mystic and scholar Thomas Merton reminds us of the futility and the promise of our work together:

What if your work achieves nothing? Thomas Merton, a writer and contemplative in the Catholic tradition, said, “Do not depend on the hope of results. You may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not, perhaps, results opposite to what you expect.

“As you get used to this idea of your work achieving nothing, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself. And there, too, a great deal has to be gone through, as, gradually, you struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for specific people. The range tends to narrow down, but it gets much more real. In the end, it is the reality of personal relationships that saves everything.”

Colin & Baby Marjorie 1993

• Links to learn more:
• www.uurainbowhistory.net  Stories, a timeline, more
• www.margaretwheatley.com Go to "library" for articles, podcasts, videos.

Expect Less and Find Joy? An examination of our expectations

What do you expect?

“Expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
become a stranger
To need of pity
Or, if compassion be freely
Given out
Take only enough
Stop short of urge to plead
Then purge away the need.

Wish for nothing larger
Than your own small heart
Or greater than a star;
Tame wild disappointment
With caress unmoved and cold
Make of it a parka
For your soul.

Alice Walker

Wicklow Mountains Ireland

“EXPECT NOTHING”

When I was in Ireland, about seven years ago, I took a bus tour of the Wicklow Mountains. It’s a beautiful, magical area south of Dublin. Our tour guide had a bottle of Jameson’s Irish whiskey that he pulled out at each stop, and some little cups into which he poured a shot for anyone who wanted some. Besides the fact that we’d never get away with this over here, because someone would sue the tour company, it greatly enhanced the tour. He was a fun and funny guy. At one point, he asked us: ladies, do you want to have a good time tonight in Dublin? …Lower your expectations.  He may not get far with that over here, either.

Proof!

I didn’t want to have that kind of a good time in Dublin, so I have no comment on whether it works, but I think lowering our expectations is generally a good idea in life. Especially our expectations of others. And of ourselves, if we are too demanding. And, it may go without saying that our unrealistic expectations of others and those for ourselves are closely interwoven.

It has been noted that to expect too much of someone is to expectorate upon them. Surely this analogy is tempting, whether we have been the recipient of expectations or the disappointed expector. Not accurate since expect comes from ex-spectre, and expectorate comes from ex-pectoris, the chest. But it raises a question: in what ways can expectations be troublesome for us and burdensome for others? How do they impede our progress as human beings and how do they hinder our relationships?

Bill Bryson’s book (and now movie Wild) A Walk in the Woods tells you something about his expectations of backpacking on the Appalachian Trail. Since I’ve backpacked several sections over the years, I know whereof he speaks. At the time of writing, about 2000 hikers set out each year to hike from GA to ME and less than 10% ever make it. One hiker called home to be picked up after three days, saying this wasn’t what I expected. Two days later, he’s back, saying his wife made him return. Three days later, he phones again for a ride to the airport. “What about your wife?” asks the driver. His answer: This time, I’m not going home. The problem? Not the AT, but his projections, his expectations upon it.

Much of our expectation, of partners, of children, and of organizations, is built from the projections we carry. What if we practiced expecting those around us to be just themselves and nothing more? How might our relationships change?

In A Separate Reality, the sorcerer Don Juan tells Carlos Castenada that he must learn to reduce his wants to nothing. If we’d learn to reduce our wants to nothing, the smallest thing we’d get would be a true gift. For those of us who’ve lived with privilege, this is good advice.

“Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.”

But there is a huge gap between letting go our expectations of others that come from our own projections and giving up hope altogether. So many people got off the trail of life when their hopes were dashed and became bitter or cynical. My father was one of these people. He once told me there was no use in my going to college, because I’d just end up married with children. We used to kid that when he was about my age, he stopped filling the gas tank all the way because he figured he’d die any day. (He lived to 87) He was, after all, proud of his Scottish ancestry, if not exactly a genius. The weight of others’ low expectations and cynicism can be as burdensome as their projections.

DON’T EXPECT TOO LITTLE (the other side of the coin)

It would not be good for communities of people who have been adversely affected by the low expectations of society and themselves to take Don Juan’s advice, which was given to a white UCLA Professor from affluent background. For African-Americans, Native Americans and indigenous people, other marginalized groups, and for that matter women, high expectations coupled with compassion are their due.

And the bigotry of low expectations is not just something George Bush said. In my extensive interviews with Black residents of Springfield KY, almost everyone who had started out in segregated schools recalled fondly their teachers and their experiences, before integration. They had Black as well as white teachers. Currently, there are ZERO teachers who are POC in Springfield, even though the city is 24% Black.

What about our expectations of faith and religious community?

Wendell Berry writes that making a marriage and keeping a farm are nearly the same. Called ministry has been compared with a marriage, and I think buying a farm might be another good analogy for community and church life.

When one buys the farm and moves there to live, something different begins. Thoughts begin to be translated into acts. . . . It invariably turns out, I think, that one’s first vision of one’s place was to some extent an imposition on it. But if one’s sight is clear and one stays on and works well, one’s love gradually responds to the place as it really is, and one’s visions gradually image possibilities that are really in it.. . . Two human possibilities of the highest order thus come within reach: what one wants can become the same as what one has, and one’s knowledge can cause respect for what one knows.

Rather than coming to our lives each day like a disgruntled guest in an English cottage, expecting a “mean” meal, or like a petulant child disappointed and disillusioned, we might go instead as to a potluck meal, that wonderful mix of competition and cooperation, of contempt and compassion, where we bring the best we have to give, and choose from the offerings of others, TRUSTING that the meal will suffice and may even be complete, that joy may emerge. In fact something good is as likely to happen as something bad, especially in the warmth of human community.

 

Good thing I didn't lower my expectations, because I inadvertently met Marky Mark (aka Mark Wahlberg)

EXPECTATIONS & Family

Here is the sermon from September 8, 2019

The Place Where We Are Right

by Yehuda Amichai

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

My maternal (Patton) 1954

          Murray Bowen, whose work on family systems I shall be pointing us toward, will say that to understand relationships, we have to look beyond the individual (child) to the nuclear family, the extended family, and the culture one is immersed in to begin to improve. To “do better” and have our kids “do better” is a modest but achievable goal.

When we think of expectations, we are almost inevitably thrust into thinking of our parents, guardians, and other family members, in addition to our own expectations of our children if we have them. It’s gratifying to know that we have tools to understand what’s going on, and perhaps to lighten up on ourselves or others. That’s why this work is a spiritual task.

As we approach the high holy days in the Jewish tradition, we are reminded that forgiveness of self and others is the most important spiritual task. We can probably agree that it is needed more now than ever.

(Here's a take on forgiveness shared by a GNUUC member: Taylor Swift on Forgiveness )

Bowen Family systems provides a tool and a lens. Allow me to begin by saying that to some extent, it is a Eurocentric and perhaps even North American-centric lens. Murray Bowen  (born in Waverly, TN: educated at UT; first practice in Crossville, TN) developed his theory in the 1960s and it was brought to congregations by Rabbi Edwin Friedman.  (Summary of Friedman on Leadership) Believe it or not, how you engage at work and in the institutions you join is largely determined by your emotional attachment to family of origin and your sibling position and birth order.

Further, he “believed that a major obstacle to scientific study of human behavior is that humankind has tended to consider itself a unique form of life, with a special pace in God’s plan. Such self-glorification precludes our seeing the myriad ways we act just like other forms of life,” he wrote.

Bowen systems is a rational, scientific way of looking at relationships.

The term Differentiation of self comes from biology. It can and should be understood through studying the development of cells; DNA; and evolution.

“I be you and you be me; or I be me and YOU be you?”

ANXIETY

It begins with anxiety.

My Maternal Granny Patton was chronically anxious. Even as a small child, I was aware of the tension and sense of doom in my relatives. Her anxiety was focused upon her husband, an alcoholic until he joined one of the first AA groups in the 1940s, in his seventies; her children, several of whom predeceased her: Mora, who died at 30; Wade Jr. who died of alcoholism, as did my mother’s sister Joyce, and my mother Marjorie who died at 44. These deaths mirrored the pattern in her family of origin, in which my great grandmother died in childbirth in her thirties, leaving my grandmother, two sisters, and a baby boy, who then died at 6 months.

Like the Kennedys, but less famous, my maternal family of origin was emotionally fused, and beset by tragedy. My cousin Wade the 3^rd died in his early 20s, while at a drive-in movie. His father and his aunt died of severe alcoholism. My nephew Jim died at 30 of a drug overdose. My twin sister’s other child, Jessica, (different father) struggles with addiction and instability, which is why I am raising her son. My mother, my nephew, two of my uncles all died within days of Christmas. These tragedies and untimely deaths create an anxious expectation of disaster. Numerous triangles form within such a family.

“Let’s you and Him/Her/Them fight!”

Triangles can be understood as the most stable building block of relationships. Whenever a 3^rd person or entity (food, alcohol, chronic illness, church, minister) is brought into the picture, you have a triangle. It serves to lessen the anxiety between the original dyad, but often creates unhealthy ways of coping.

“I will strive NOT to make my own salvation dependent on the functioning (no less the existence) of another.” 

What was missing in my Granny’s family, the Self and Patton crew, was self-differentiation. This is very simply, the ability to live from one’s core values and to reason out responses, rather than be jerked around by the emotions that surround us. The well differentiated person is provident, thoughtful and autonomous in the face of stress. Quite simply, less likely to freak out.

Take a moment and think about these “coincidences” and patterns in your family.

In what ways do I give away part of myself to connect with others?

“Wherever you go, there you are…”

Achieving self-differentiation is possibly the most important and most difficult task of maturation. Many people grow old and die without ever having done so. Whenever a member of the family is distancing and/or practicing cutoff from family, they are functioning under the mistaken assumption that by avoiding the family of origin, they can become more whole.

I was well into my adulthood when I began to understand this. Like my Granny Patton, my own mother died when my twin and I were five and my brother was 7. Even now, my brother, who lives in CT and has become successful in his life and work, does not visit and communicates rarely with us. My first marriage was to a printer from a family of printers (as was my Grandfather Patton) who was also well on his way to alcoholism.

How has emotional cutoff/distancing influenced your current relationships?

“Every over-functioner deserves their under-functioner.”

Overfunctioning is present when one observes the OF:

·        Giving advice

·        Worrying about people

·        Doing things others could do for themselves

·        Feeling responsible for others

·        Talking more than listening

·        Having goals others don’t have for themselves

·        Going through cycles of “burnout”.

Underfunctioning one might see

·        Asking for advice

·        Getting others to “help”.

·        Acting irresponsibly

·        Setting goals but not following through

·        Getting sick mentally and sometimes frequently

·        Tending to be addicted to substances

On my father’s side, I never knew my grandparents. Not only did my father never speak about his parents, ( cutoff) he almost never talked about my mother after she died.  When he did, it was with a kind of reverence that left me feeling the weight of his expectation for me. ( anxiety)I looked like her and reminded him of her, and I carried these projections way into my adulthood. In fact, I named my own daughter Marjorie Lee, and she looks even more like my mother than I do.(triangles) (multi-generational transmission)

My great-grandmother Cain 

As an expert underfunctioner, one family member nearly always blames/sees herself as innocent victim/draws in other family members/creates a “crisis”. It is exhausting for me, even after studying and practicing FS for over ten years, to manage to remain self-differentiated in the face of sabotage.

“No one has ever gone from slavery to freedom with the slave holders cheering them on”. (Friedman)

Family systems is the Pilates of spirit and being.

We each have within us a core of self, and we can develop it through recognizing (identify & isolate) what is truly “myself” and then practice using these muscles so that we can stay centered in times of anxiety. Just as Pilates and core strength benefit many other systems: our internal organs, our spines, our balance, just so defining and differentiating self will have consequences we cannot imagine: all of our relationships  will improve, and so will our health, both mental and physical. We will become more fully who we are meant to be, more human, more whole.

ADDENDUM:

Link to Bowen Family Center

recommended reading: Extraordinary Relationships, Roberta M. Gilbert

A good resource for congregations, especially leaders, HERE.

UUA Resource on Family Systems and Congregations HERE