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Some Mornings

 

IMG_1996Some mornings

I have to drag my eyes open

With sheer force of will.

Stay asleep please

In the land of dreams.

The world is too full

Of nightmares.

But like a dried

Lily leaf

I rise

Looking for moisture

For hope.

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Fire Light

The quality of light

Is different

Filtered through smoky air.

The quality of life

Is different

When a child is crying.

The quality of your soul

Will suffer

If you ignore their cries.

May the fire of the Spirit

Melt the ice in your heart

 

 

 

Daily Bread (Week 10)

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Whew!  Our regular facilitator was back this week and we greeted her warmly.  I flashed on the old TV show, “Welcome Back, Kotter.”  We did behave rather like the “sweat-hogs” while she was gone, but who cares?  (And no, I don’t want a Melania Trump jacket.  I care about families and children, Muslims, black and brown people, people with disabilities, fat people, and my GLBT siblings.  I don’t, however, care much about decorum).  Johanna got us back on focus really quickly and all was well.  Well that is except for her use of the phrase “New Normal.”   She meant our permanent lifestyle changes, but I flashed on the “This is not normal” refrain of the resistance.

I was also very heartened with the warmth that the group welcomed me back after my week away.  I love these people.  We have grown so close in these few weeks as we try to live into this challenging lifestyle change. Our individual lives are very different, but whether they are crying or laughing, my heart is with them.

My week away at General Assembly was, as always, a way to reaffirm my faith in Unitarian Universalism as a tradition of justice and hope.  This year was particularly moving as we confronted white supremacy both within our movement and in the wider world.  Listen to the Ware Lecture with Brittany Packet, Sunday Morning Worship, or the Service of the Living Tradition, all of which were particularly moving, inspiring, and challenging.  Ours is not a casual faith.

It was also wonderful to see so many old friends.  And it was a little awkward mixing up my shakes in the plenary hall or a workshop.  I did a lot of explaining of the program, and although virtually everyone I spoke to about it was supportive, I still felt self conscious at times. The plane rides were stressful, and it was hard to drink enough water on the travel days.  My CPAP machine didn’t work (I stupidly did not bring the humidifier  attachment and this new machine doesn’t work without it) so I did not sleep at all well.  I attended a buffet luncheon/meeting, sat in the hotel bar sipping a sparkling water, and I stayed completely on plan.  Hurray for me!

So hard to focus on myself, on my own health, when our country and our world is slipping into so much horror.  I wonder if my marriage will stay valid, and I wonder if my friends will even survive. I weep for the parents and children who have been cruelly separated.  Saturday, I will go to the Richmond Detention Center for a protest rally.  Since it isn’t a march, I can bring a chair and sit while bearing witness.  I must do what I can, but I also need to stay strong in my focus on my own body and health.  It will be good practice for working to bring our country into a healthier place.

L’Chaim

 

 

(My stats for the last 2 weeks – down 5.3 pounds, drank I am not sure how much water and exercised for only a total of 280 minutes.  My total weight loss so far is 29.5 pounds.  I am now under 300 pounds, a milestone for me in this journey. Huzzah!)

Daily Bread (Week 9)

 

IMG_1945No class for me this week as I am in Kansas City attending the General Assembly (GA) of the Unitarian Universalist Association.  I am sorry to have missed class but the content of the denominational meetings are giving me hope in a world with so much pain and despair.  We are an activist faith and we are trying to deal and provide remedies to the white supremacy culture both in the wider world and within our faith.  It has also been wonderful seeing old friends.

I am staying on plan despite the awkwardness and complications of flying.  It is hard to drink enough water, but I am trying.  I am also skipping the afternoon workshops in order to check out the hotel pool and get some exercise in.  I hate to miss anything, but after years of attending GA, I have attended versions of most of the workshops before.  It is the plenaries, the business meetings, the voting and exercise of our democratic principles that most engage me these days.  And I really do need to exercise.

I have refused lunch and dinner invitations because I don’t need that challenge, but last night I did sit in the hotel bar drinking a sparkling water with lime as my friends had gin and tonics while we talked.  Life is good. The very fact of life is good.

L’Chaim!

(No stats this week)

Daily Bread (Week 8)

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We are officially half way through the total meal replacement phase.  Then we will gradually began eating real food again, but making better choices and consuming much smaller portions than previously.  I am at 300.3 pounds as of last night.  Only 100+ pounds to go to get down to a weight where knee surgery will be a viable option.  Somehow, that doesn’t seem nearly as daunting as it did a few months ago.  It is still a big number, but I am making progress and remain determined to do this.  It has been difficult to get this far, and I can’t let the efforts I have already made be in vain. Si se puente!

Class was much better last night, we asked and the substitute facilitator agreed to let us do check-ins before the content part of the class.  It is so helpful to hear from everyone and to give and receive support.  We are also very happy that our regular facilitator will be back in a couple of weeks.

Challenges for me this week included attending a retirement party with lots of food.  It was outside, so I could put my camp chair away from the table, but it was still a challenge.  Watching others eat a regular meal isn’t as hard as watching folks snack.

Then there is physical pain.  I got an x-ray on my shoulder this week and have severe arthritis there as well.  Swimming is harder, although the hot tub helps.  Good food has always been comforting to me.  Eating more yummy food than I need has been a useful distraction when I have been in pain, physical or emotional, at least in the short term.  Now I will need to rely on cortisone shots and physical therapy, and ice. (But oh, not the ICE that is causing so much pain to our immigrant neighbors.  We need to melt that one down and wash it away.)

We leave for General Assembly (Unitarian Universalism’s annual denomination-wide meeting) in a few more days.  Other than getting all the meal replacements into my suitcase, it shouldn’t be that hard.  Finding time for actual meals during GA’s jam-packed days is always difficult.  I think it will be much simpler to just mix up and drink a shake every 2-3 hours.  Unlike in the past, however, I won’t be able to hang out in the hotel bar with a martini, chatting with the good friends that I only see once a year.  I still hope to spend some time with those friends.

Doing hard things

Is always hard

I have done many other

Hard things in my life

Never making the easy choices

When it came to love

Or justice.

I can do

This hard thing too.

 

L’Chaim

 

(My stats for last week – down 2.4 pounds, drank 7 gallons of water and exercised for a total of 250 minutes.  My total weight loss so far is 24.2 pounds.)

New Day

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There are days

When the effort

To rise from my bed

Is almost too much

The warm sheets

The blankets

Wrap me in dreams

Too sweet to leave

But the sun

Shines through

My window now.

And a bird sings

A familiar melody.

So I drag my bones

Up to greet

A new day.

Bones

Sometimes the images from old poems come to me.  Changed over time of course. dry bones

Dry Bones – Images from Ezekiel 37 (written in April 2004)

My bones know,
Underneath it all,
Within.
I have lived
In the valley of the dry bones,
Waiting for the four winds to blow,
For the holy breath.
Dry bones
Fragile and hard
Spin through the dance
As the rain falls.
Bones rattling to life
Spring is coming.
Praise God.
The Bones Now (June 2018)

These bones are old now

Dry as the desert again
Cracked with wear
The joints creak
From lack of youth
But they have danced
Rattling with laugher
While the rain washed over us
Spring and summer
Fall and winter
These bones
Have seen it all.
They will carry on
As long as the Spirit
Shall dwell within

Intentions (for white people)

The road to hell may not be paved

But it is covered with the guano

Of our so-called good intentions

It’s a seagull shit so white

It covers the awareness

Of the pain we cause

By our fragility

 

If we slip and slide and blunder

And get bumps and bruises

On our egos

It is a small price to pay

So much smaller than the pain

Our ignorance has caused

 

Spirit give us the strength

To lean into the learning

May there be no rest

For the wicked

May there be healing

For the harm the “good” have done

Absolution will come later

If we can find together

A pathway to paradise

For all the hurting souls

 

 

 

 

 

Trout

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A trout is at its best

Swimming upstream

The sun shining

On its rainbow scales

Around and over

Huge boulders

And the snags

Of fallen trees.

Strong trout

Brave trout

Let me swim with you

Carry me toward

The lake

Where we all

Will be reborn.

 

Pencil Thin

 

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Pencils are thin

But people aren’t

Sticks and stones cause damage

And words hurt too

Even when hiding

Behind a smile

 

Every body

Belongs to someone

Remember to feed it

Respect, acceptance

Love.

Amen.