Wah Wah Taysee – Fireflies

We walked as 19 individuals in a single community waiting with anticipation for the first glimpse of the magical firefly dance. From ages two to mid-sixties with a healthy mix of 20 somethings visiting the Indian Creek Nature Center for the first time, we shared, questioned, chatted and on entering the sacred space surrounding the Prairie Labyrinth, approached reverently. As we began, Teri P read the powerful verses from Longfellow’s Hiawatha about the night and the fireflies:

“All the air was white with moonlight, All the water black with shadow,
And around him the Suggema, The mosquito, sang his war-song,
And the fire-flies, Wah-wah-taysee, Waved their torches to mislead him;
And the bull-frog, the Dahinda, Thrust his head into the moonlight,
Fixed his yellow eyes upon him, Sobbed and sank beneath the surface;
And anon a thousand whistles, Answered over all the fen-lands,
And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, Far off on the reedy margin,
Heralded the hero’s coming.”

Then, we walked. Each tapped the drum. The children ran eagerly searching…searching and returned somberly. Adult Pilgrims stepped into the labyrinth and fell into silent reverie.

But the night was not. As nature does when given the chance, the evening filled our senses. We wove in and out along the path to the center looking with soft eyes upon the emerging summer prairie.  Knee-high grasses cascaded to the ground. Virginia Mountain mint scented the air. Creamy Penstamen turned their tubular faces to the setting sun while butterflies gathered one more sip before dark. Field sparrows, red-winged blackbirds, robins, geese winging overhead called in succession and in the distance tree frogs tuned up for the night chorus. The west glowed faint orange like early evening fireflies do. The earth gave way beneath our foot falls. But, no where did we spy the enchanting flicker of a lightning bug.

In Center, we stood silently after the Firefly poem from “Song From the Sandhills” by Paul F. Long of Kansas. Remembering. Evenings full of magical light as these Coleoptera of the night etched their dance on our memories. In corn fields before potent sprays. In hedges and taller grasses between yards before hedge clippers and riding lawnmowers. In front yards and back yards before monoculture craze took over.

Then, one by one each of us caught a glimpse of a faint glow deep in the grasses. We pointed.  Nodded. Smiled. Shared silently.  More and more the winking in the prairie woke us up as the fireflies began their dance and story of intrigue – one of code talk, mystery, “femme fatale”, and murder! As the evening darkened and cooled, their lights changed to luminescent green, the pace picked up and the males began to appear higher up in the air.  Escorting us out of the Labyrinth.

We walked happily back to the Center as the frogs and toads in the pond chanted, “It’s OK, let them glow, go slow, go slow.” (Virgil Ellis)

Reflections on Crystals and Life

At three a.m.the mind wanders many paths.  Sometimes they re-join and a message emerges.

During an early morning thunderstorm awakening, I recalled an experience at the open pit mine in Arkansas digging through the muddy rubble for crystals. Small points eluded me until an experienced crystal hunter helped train my eye. A few way too large chunks unrealistically tempted me.  At one point, filthy, covered head to boot heel with thick red Razorback mud, I paused and looked around.

Arkansas Crystal Mine

Razorback Red soil heaped up for crystal seekers to dig through.

Four things happened in quick succession. Surveying the devastation of mining, I started to cry. As I reached down in the ruined earth to apologize to the elegant, imposing crystal in front of me,  a thought as clear as a refined crystal came to me, “Mining is a vicious activity.” As if to confirm my thought, deep red blood splattered on the rock.  It took a few moments for me to realize the blood was mine! I had sliced open my little finger along the length of the last phalange on a razor sharp edge of the rock.

I just stoode there watching the blood drip on the crystal and sinking into the brick colored soil. I let the bleeding go, partly from shock, partly to wash out dirt, partly as a tribute for the violence done to the earth.

When I returned to the car we cleaned off and bound the wound, which kept bleeding for hours and opened up and bled many days after. On the way home, I reflected on the raw crystals and the lovely pure white and clear refined crystals we “ohhh” and “ahhh” over and buy in stores.

Our lives are like these crystals.  Sometimes we are torn from all we think we know and love. The forms of violence are endless. The list goes on and on. In the raw we are rough, stained and fairly unattractive.  Refined, we can glimmer, gleam and shine – sometimes in genuine completeness. Other times if too refined, we can become phony looking because our true selves are hidden by another factor – false perfection.

As I reflected, my little finger began to ache – again. A reminder of a time when I sympathized with Mother Earth and received a scolding from her. A lesson to share.

Notes from a Pilgrim’s Year of Labyrinths

Teri P. is an articulate, sensitive pilgrim of Labyrinths.  Below Teri shares insights from a year of walking labyrinths in the Eastern Iowa area.

“First time in the labyrinth: Maundy Thursday April 17, 2014

“(Christ) Episcopal Church – Replica of the Chartres Labyrinth. Eight people there. I felt like people were walking fast. Faster than I wanted to. I tried to do the walking meditation as I was taught, but I felt pressured to keep moving. I walked with one foot ahead of the other. Reminded me of walking on the balance beam as a kid. Made me think of Dad. Marion said gymnastics must be where I got my good posture. No other impressions except calm.

“Regis Labyrinth:  Saturday April 19, 2014- after a run.

“This labyrinth was a tribute to a beloved teacher. Stones along the path are engraved with inspirational words, “Patience”  “Courage”  “Pray”.  At the center is John 14:6.  Situated on the hill behind the school gives the labyrinth a restful feeling of solitude. I think I shall call it my” local”, like you do with a pub. Just a few blocks from my house.

“Solon Labyrinth: May Day 2014

“There was a cold rainy drizzle. When you drive onto the property you see a large round barn. Very cool.

“But around the back of the barn it gets even better. This massive stone arch is perched on the bank of a pond. It was laid up dry, by someone who understood the principle. I made Marion take a picture of me standing under it. As I walked the circuits I began thinking, “if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams….” At the center I moved from one rose petal to the next and wondered where this energy came from and where it would take me. I don’t completely understand, but I seem to feel lighter each time.

Prairiewoods, World Labyrinth  Day : May 3, 2014

“Marion tried to organize a walk, but she and I were the only ones to show up. Marion knows all the bird calls and frog sounds and any other sounds along the path to the labyrinth. When we arrived there were four young women there. Two inside the labyrinth, two outside. We watched the two young woman as they walked. One carried a stick and wrote in the sandy surface of the circuits. Marion measured the energy in the labyrinth – the dowsing rod circled 18 times – clockwise. I walked with two turkey feathers. Tail for guidance, wing for strength, according to Marion. The girls left and a deer showed up to watch. Deer totem means you are highly sensitive and have strong intuition in Native American culture – according to Linda. (When mom died and deer would show up at unexpected spots she started saying Mom sent them to tell us everything was good.)

Indian Creek Nature Center: August 1, 2014

 “Hot, buggy, beautiful sunset. I think we started at 7:00p.m. The prairie grass completely hides the labyrinth from the road. The path is mowed among the wild flowers. Not sure how many people there were. Eight? The path was wide enough to pass people so I did not feel I had to hurry. I set my intention. Not to worry. Things at work were getting to me. I carried a feather and tried to feel my way. I tried to smell and touch and listen – more than I saw.  Some of the flowers you could smell easily – I only knew the obvious ones. When I got to the center I started thinking about being in a vortex, wondering why the path was the same in and out, and how winding a wire is part of a battery, isn’t it? I walked out feeling happy – while in the labyrinth I did not think about work at all.

Laughing Labyrinth:  Nov 1, 2014

 “The labyrinth is open for walking. I arrive around 8:00 a.m. No one is there. I park my car, take a feather, ring the bell and announce my intention. “Help me with my grief.” Is that an acceptable intention? I still don’t know a lot about this. It has been two years since Dad died and I still miss him a lot. I try to be present. I look at what remains of the flowers. I smile at the metal dragon fly that looks very much like the one in my yard. I wonder what the magnolia tree looked like in the spring. I take my time. I stay in the center for a while, knowing that Marion told me that resolution does not always come while you are here, sometimes it happens on the way out, sometimes days later. So I make my way out, redeposit my feather and am ready to meet the day.”

Reiki Intentions in the Laughing Labyrinth

This blog is compliments of Teri P, who chose to walk the Laughing Labyrinth during a reflection time in the Usui Holy Fire Reiki I Workshop.

“The sun had been out earlier in the morning. Now at 1 p.m. the day was turning into yet one more of those gray Iowa winter days we know all too well. But the temperature was 15 degrees above zero, which seemed balmy after the below zero days we had just endured. The Laughing Labyrinth was partially hidden below six inches of snow; thankfully there were some clues to the path – dried perennials, sculptures and some visible staking. Someone had been there before me. Deer had followed some of the circuits and then cut across the rest, leaving their tracks as a sort of “Naa- naa we don’t have to stay inside the lines” remark.

“This was my second time in the Laughing Labyrinth. I picked up my turkey feather, rang the bell and declared my intention out loud. “Bring me good energy to use in the afternoon Reiki training.”  I began the circuit and wondered if I could figure out where the seven circuits began and ended. I decided that wasn’t the most important thing for today. Being there was. “Close” would have to count. I needed to walk fairly quickly, the others would be waiting for me to resume the training. “Good energy” was my mantra. One foot: “good”, the other: “energy”.  I wondered if I looked like someone slogging through the mud? The snow was deeper than I thought and I was glad for my tall boots; but I was breathing hard after the first circuit. I did five circuits before I reached the center, losing two along the way. The Center holds a good sized magnolia tree – and I was surprised to see some fuzzy little buds at the end of the branches. Are they waiting for spring or left over from last year? I do not know.

“I rested briefly there, allowing my mind to wander to the spiritual journey that has brought me here. I thought about my friend Diane, a college friend and fellow architect who died 10 years ago from some disease I can never pronounce. She was the person I chose in the morning mediation as someone who inspired me. She was always positive no matter what. We had shared so much. I wondered if she would be laughing now, she loved to laugh, at me taking Reiki training.  I decide she would approve and that she might be just the one to send me some extra energy. On the way out of the labyrinth, I felt good.  Excited. Strong.

“I rang the bell again, and thanked Diane for her laughter.”

“What’s Love Got to Do With It?”

This blog is selected portions of a service on Love. It was designed to help Peoples Church Unitarian Universalist move through a trying time and prepare for change in a positive manner by addressing the five tough tasks each congregation faces in transition. Kathleen took the front and back portions of the service. Marion composed and spoke the body of the sermon.

“Welcome to Peoples Church; we’re glad you’re part of the service today. I’m Kathleen Watson; Marion Patterson and I will be leading the service today.

“We apparently all survived one of the most clever bits of marketing propaganda ever to be fed to the American people: Valentine’s Day. While florists, chocolatiers, and greeting card companies focus on the joys of romantic love, any of us who have been around for more than a couple of years know that real love is a lot more than hearts and flowers – it’s more challenging, it’s more work, and it’s more rewarding. Today, we’ll talk about different types of love and how they can appropriately be both self-serving and other-serving.

“Part of our work as a congregation during this time of transition involves vision work – imagining how we want our church community to be. So sit back and enjoy as the Choir sings Imagine, by John Lennon; join in if the spirit so moves you.

“Love is the spirit of this church,

[CUE] And service is its law.

“This is our great covenant:

[CUE]: To dwell together in peace, to seek the truth in love, and to help one another.

“So may it be.

“Marion, will you light our chalice, please?

“Our words for the chalice lighting are written by Maureen Killoran: “In these hard times, let us look first to the response of love. In the midst of challenge, may our chalice flame bear witness to the inherent worth and dignity of every human being. In the midst of uncertainty, may our chalice be a beacon of encouragement, that our values may guide our choices. Let us look first to the response of love.” The words of Maureen Killoran. Please be seated.

“STORY: No, We Won’t.

“In keeping with my lifelong role as a late bloomer, I just recently saw the Harry Potter movies for the first time. (For anyone who hasn’t yet seen them, I’m issuing an official spoiler alert.)

“In the very last movie, Harry has chosen to die, because that’s what’s required to defeat the ultimate bad guy; he basically lets the evil Lord Voldemort kill him.

“Voldemort has Harry’s body brought back to Hogwarts School of Magic, and he “invites” the students and staff to become his followers. Well, actually he says, “Come forward and join us, or die.” You can tell that everybody is scared, because this is one of the most powerful wizards who ever lived. But none of the good guys move. They say, by their actions, “No, we do NOT accept you.” But then they’re appalled when one of their classmates steps forward.

“Neville Longbottom is one of the secondary characters who’s been pretty much a klutz through the first seven films, but in this one he really steps into his own power. He breaks ranks with his classmates, but to challenge Voldemort, not to follow him.

“Neville says, “Doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone. People die every day…friends, family. We lost Harry tonight; but he’s still with us – in here. He didn’t die in vain. But you, Voldemort, you will, because you’re wrong. Harry’s heart did beat for us – for all of us. It’s not over!”

“Actions speak louder than words. I figured the message, “Pay up or die” was a bit harsh, but I do invite you to act with love and generosity as we take up our weekly collection.

ORISON

“Dona nobis pacem; grant us peace.

“One of the most loving things we can do for another is to surround them with support and encouragement when they’re in the midst of challenging times. I invite you to call out the name of anyone who could use the well wishes of our church family. [WAIT!]

“As we embrace the Spirit of Life and Love which flows through each of us,
May we resist the temptation of the quick and easy;
May we be delivered from that which demeans and destroys life;
And may we live purposefully, joyfully, and compassionately in every moment, in every encounter, with everyone who crosses our path.

SERMON: What’s Love Got to Do With It?

“Based on the many different philosophies they passed down to us, it appears that the ancient Greeks had a lot of time on their hands to think about stuff.

“One topic they pondered was “love”, and they identified three distinct types. Eros is the love celebrated by Valentine’s Day – romantic or sexual love. Filios is the brotherly love felt by family, the comradely love shared among friends. And agape is more of a spiritual love, characterized by good will and benevolence toward others.

“One thing I’ve noticed is that many religions seem to value filios and agape, but not really eros. Even less do they see as valuable another type of love I don’t know the Greek term for – love of oneself.

“Acting loving toward yourself often gets a bad rap. Instead of acknowledging that an individual has a right to honor himself as much as he honors others, we call him selfish. Instead of admiring someone who stands up for herself, we call her self-centered. It’s like we’re stuck in an either/or world, where you can’t love others AND yourself. And yet, if you’re not kind to yourself, how willing are you going to be to act and feel loving toward others?

“But you don’t want to get too carried away with it! Love does NOT require us to always put others’ needs and wishes ahead of our own, to ignore comments or behaviors that make us uncomfortable, or to be a self-sacrificing martyr.

“Love DOES require courage, honesty, persistence, a damn good sense of humor, and a willingness to sometimes be wrong. One very effective way to move toward a more honest and loving relationship with those around us is by participating in Healing Circles. Peoples Church held some Circles last year, and participants agreed that – while they were not necessarily comfortable – they were very powerful.

“As we move through a period of major change at Peoples, we’ll have the chance to step out in faith and courage by taking part in more Circle work. Marion, as lead facilitator, has some stories to share about what we can look forward to getting out of that process.

SWITCH TO MARION!!

 “How Circles help us love and honor ourselves and others.”
Marion J. Patterson
Sermon February 15, 2015
Peoples Church Unitarian Universalist

 “Edward Markham: Outwitted.

“He drew a circle that shut me out.

Heretic. Rebel. A thing to flout.

But, Love and I had the wit to win.

We drew a circle and took him in.”
Healing Talking Circles are about Love.

Unitarian Universalist, Frances David has has been attributed this quote “We need not think alike to Love alike.”

Love transcends.    Love grows us to our highest self.

Yet, (The Book of Love. 332) “Two minds and spirits of strength cannot expect to live in total harmony all the time.”

So, misunderstandings happen.

But, people come to church for community not conflict.

What to do?

Enter the Circles:

Indigenous populations with tradition of equality use Circles. A chief leads the tribe and often speaks for the group but in council assumes a modest role.

Knights of Round Table have a tradition of Circles.

United Nations is set up in Round Table formation.

Restorative Justice Circles adopted the tradition of the shape and the format with modifications for modern society.

Some schools use Circles to discuss both heavy and happy topics.

There is simplicity in circles.

In some ways they are easy and other ways challenging.

  • We begin with an invocation to be fully present.
  • Everyone present sit in the circle.  EVERYONE.
  • Each person has one chance to speak in each round.
  • Each person speaks from the “I” perspective about the situation. Does not name others or blame. This takes practice.
  • Each speaker holds a special object and passes it to the left. Counterclockwise.
  • A person may “pass” – choose not to speak.
  • Because we are in this modern society, we do have a time limit per person and total Circle time.  This is to honor the group and other obligations we all have.
  • The Facilitator – guides the flow. Does re-direct statements as needed.
  • A Scribe make brief notes of concept.
  • We end with a benediction to bless the Circle and each person as we prepare to leave.

Circles take work.  Awareness. A Desire to change. Choosing to relate differently with self and toward others.

“Most people do not realize the opportunity for Love and friendship that are missed until too late to reclaim them.” (Book of Love  387)

We have chosen to use Talking Circles at Peoples Church to help us prepare for change. We look at our history – all parts; we choose to work through the issues and break repeated cycles of miscommunication and misinformation which result in hurt feelings and anger, confrontation and splintering, forming own “Country Kitchen Cliques”, people leaving and carrying resentment for years.

These patterns have become habituated at Peoples Church. Breaking the habituation takes conscious awareness – and courage.

Some behaviors serve us well; they are important to nurture. Other behaviors do not serve us well.  But we persist with them. Until a crisis forces us to examine them.

Circles can offer a chance to do some soul searching and internal housekeeping.

Circles can be cleansing as we saw in September 2014 with the Heart Circles. What people shared was humble, tender, despairing, intimate, moving, and inspiring.

We found in September 2014 that through the circle process we could safely explore sadness, anger, loss.  What we may think of as “dark issues.”

From one participant: “…while it didn’t make everyone magically agree or conflicts disappear, it allowed people to express their concerns and be heard in a respectful manner that reinforced everyone’s inherent worth and dignity as a human being, no matter which “side” they felt they were on.”

To work through this phase in right relations is critical. We tune in “to ourselves”. We honor and stay in the process.

From another participant: “I still harbor some uncertainty, anger and fear, HOWEVER – I do believe this Circle was a gateway for me to return to the church. I felt heard. I felt the personal impact of how this current situation affected/affects me was understood and respected. If you feel like you need a space to speak to your experience and/or you are feeling “weird” about coming to church, wondering if this is the right place for you, I would very much encourage you to attend the next circle.”

Success happens when we own our own “Shenpa.” A Buddhist term that is described as “Hooked. Sticky feeling.” “MeeYeowww!” (Pema Chödrön American Buddhist Nun)

Think of poison ivy or scabies (literally “to scratch”) – The first is an allergic oil from a plant.  The second is highly transmittable by a mite. In both, the urge to scratch is almost unbearable, which makes matters worse. Breaks the skin, delays healing. Leaves scars. Discipline and treatment are required to heal fully.

Our Shenpa (bad mood, getting hooked by some situation) is like these: We itch it (act out our discomfort) and, with Shenpa, shake it onto others.

Three examples of everyday occurrence of Shenpa:

First: The other day a friend used a perfectly neutral term.  It struck me wrong because I have heard it used by another person in a negative light. I tightened inside — that’s the shenpa. Until I pulled myself back to reason and logic. The term was the same. The situation different. The person is different. A friend.

But I was hooked momentarily.

 Second:  Let’s say you had an immunization shot to go abroad. Your arm is swollen and hurts. Someone gives you a hug and accidentally touches that part of the arm.  How do you react/respond? In Shenpa or with equanimity knowing the person didn’t mean to hurt you?

Now these are both unintentional acts.

Third:  this week three people who routinely skipped language arts high school equivalency classes I have previously taught at KCC, enrolled in a short term class I am teaching.  When I saw the class list, I was nervous and had to calm myself. I could feel Shenpa rise up like bile. When they walked in I could feel a wall of resistance from them.

I greeted all students warmly and equally. I worked to stay centered and gracious. Within 1.5 minutes – I kid you not – two who refused to look at me, got up and left. The third one stayed 15 minutes and left.

The other students looked puzzled. I shrugged and calmly said, “Well, perhaps this isn’t the class they need.”

I had to actively work to “sit with my discomfort.”

…I had to really experience unease. I had to experience the itch. I had to experience the Shenpa and then not act it out.

I worked to stay genuine to move to a higher plain.  And I still sometimes want to “whop these students upside the head” and yell, “What are you thinking? Who’s getting the short end of the stick by your walking out and not finishing your high school equivalency?” But, I don’t.

BTW: We had a great class challenging the students to remember LA, full of laughter and growing confidence.

These are three relatively minor examples of how Shenpa can grab us.

So what do we do when we felt attacked, betrayed, or confused… Pema Chödrön  reminds us:

We have an opportunity to really notice what we do.

Did we close down, or did we open up?

Did we feel resentful and bitter, or did we soften?

Did we become more stupid or more wise?

As a result of our pain, do we know less about what it is to be human or more?

Are we more critical of our world or more generous?”

Do we dive back into Shenpa of past experiences or do we refrain?

Shenpa happens.  It’s involuntary. Especially when we experience something that recalls a traumatic situation. The amygdalae and hippocampus (store emotional and short term memory) get going and the pre-frontal cortex needs time to sort out and process.  We need to give our “reasoning self” time.

Yet we need to honor how we feel – not denying, not pushing it down.

Come to a place of equanimity – recognizing another’s distress but not buying into it.

So, we do not try to “cast out our discomfort”. It is going to happen.  We “work to see clearly and fully experience what is happening.”

We know the Expression: “Don’t just sit there, do something.”

Circles advocate the opposite: “Don’t just do something,
sit there.”

 

In Circles – this is the dark part – we sit with our discomfort with what another may say. There is no place to agree or disagree or be disagreeable.  As one facilitator has said, “No need to Yum the Yuck.  Or Yuck the Yum.”

From a participant: “What I was impressed with was the way people shared and owned all kinds of feelings, both positive and negative. No one sugar-coated their mad / sad / hurt / scared feelings, and no one withheld their hopeful / encouraged / good feelings. Yay, us!”

When we are willing to see clearly and experience the experience, our “wisdom mind” – prajna – kicks in.  Pema Chödrön reminds us that our “Wisdom mind is our birthright. It’s in every single living being ….”

(Paraphrasing here). We “…see the whole chain reaction.” We see the wisdom based on a fundamental desire for wholeness or healing that arises in us.  We want to connect and live from our basic goodness, our basic openness, our basic lack of prejudice, our basic lack of bias, our basic warmth. We want to live from that. It begins to become a stronger force than the shenpa and itself stops the chain reaction.”

That is our first Tough Task in Circles. To own our congregational past. To own our own Shenpa. To sit in discomfort when we hear, see or think something negative. Then, shift.

Circles: Are Authentic. “By our own disappointments, we come to know ourselves.”

Circles are Open: (sing lines from Tina Turner’s song “What’s love got to do, got to do with it? What’s love but a second hand emotion? What’s love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?”)

Henri Nouwen, author of The Wounded Healer, answers this question of brokennessIt is the“…theology of service that begins with the realization of fundamental woundedness in human nature. Emphasizing  that…this woundedness can serve as a source of strength and healing….”

We are called to recognize the sufferings of our time in our own hearts and make that recognition the starting point of our service.”

Circles are both easy and challenging.

The Value of Circles is coming together in peace, open heartedness and equanimity.

From a Participant:  “It was a really nice way to let everyone express their feelings and it was great to see that everyone did so in such a respectful and direct manner. I’m really glad were are getting the person from the UUA, I know our church can come together and solve our problems.”

From a Participant: “For any who were uncertain as to whether this was a genuine attempt at creating a safe place in which to be heard, please be assured that it was just that. If you haven’t yet taken advantage of a Heart Circle, I really encourage you to come to the next one.

I feel everyone would truly feel better after speaking and being heard.”

Finally: These words from a participant of the Heart Circles:  “When people get together with some softness in their hearts and a sense of community, it can be healing and bonding.”

And, so it is.

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Back to Kathleen:  “So you see, circle work challenges us to think differently, to try to get inside the other person’s head and heart, and to acknowledge the past without getting stuck in it. I encourage everyone to make it a point to experience the Circles for themselves.

“Another tool set that can help us move through our time of transition comes from a program called Infinite Possibilities. I personally love it because it combines metaphysics with neuroscience to create a very do-able process for creating the changes we want to experience.

“IP ties in beautifully with Circle work because of some of its core tenets:
* Beliefs are reflected in our thoughts, words, and actions, and beliefs can also be changed through our thoughts, words, and actions. Circle work gives us an opportunity to start exploring our unstated beliefs.
*Negative emotions typically point to some limiting belief we have about the way life “ought” to be. When we examine and claim our emotions in a Circle, we stand to gain more insight about those beliefs and can choose to start shifting them to beliefs that serve us better.
* Emotions result from our beliefs and perceptions. When we speak honestly about our emotions and listen non-judgmentally when others share their emotions in the Circles, we can get a better understanding of where others are coming from – and they can do the same for us.

In our Order Of Service we claim, “This church is a welcoming congregation; we stand on the side of love.” We have great opportunities coming up to start living these claims more deeply and satisfyingly. Let’s all do our part to build that loving community. Who knows? We may even enjoy the ride.

BENEDICTION

As creators of our own experience, may we choose love over conflict, happiness over being right, and miracles over grievances.

Hope – A Big Deal Thing

“Hope” is like “Why”.

Jenion’s Blog, “Don’t Ask Me Why”, really stuck with me – How we use words to either ropel ourselves forward or hold ourselves back.

Her take was that “Why” – that annoying three year old habit of asking – is too often used to be an excuse for perceived injustices or not doing something. We revert to “three-year-oldism” as adults: “Why me?” “Why did this have to happen?”

Then, after Sunday’s service and sermon connecting Hope with Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, I looked at “Hope.”

“Hope” as defined is “a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.” Synonyms include Wish, Desire, Aspiration, Expectation, Goal, Aim, Plan. I listed these is ascending order of “just sittin’ complainin'” to “I can do this.”

The above words are compatible with the archaic definition – “A feeling of Trust.” Do we trust in ourselves enough to step out of complacency?  Do we trust that available systems exist to help us along?

As the Reverend Jeff Briere pointed out, we put our keys in the same place so we know where they are. We put our glasses in the same place so we can get them easily and can use them. We store our phone numbers on our cell phones so we can quickly access them.  Where do we put “Hope”?

His advice is to put “Hope” somewhere so you can find it easily. Wear it. Keep it clean. Nurture it.

We know that Hope is critical to survival and thriving. Elie Wiesel  writes and speaks powerfully of Hope, the importance of Memory, and the human condition.

Yet, it seems a somewhat elusive quality. Without it, sinking into numbed sameness is easy.  Deer Hunting With Jesus by Joe Bageant examines the hopeless conundrum of the working class folks who have been stiffed by the establishment. The working and middle income members of society who are our backbone, feel they are “making it OK” when in reality, they are sinking further behind – economically and in opportunity to improve.

Things can seem confusing and hopeless. What to do?

First, ask “Why?” Not in the whining tone of hopelessness. Keep asking “Why?” until you reach the root of your question..

Second find Hope – even if it is just a fragment. Then, Clean it off. Wear it. Keep it clean.  Put it where you can easily find it.  Build on it. Celebrate it. Share it.

Send Winding Pathways about how you cultivate Hope. What inspires you? Where do you keep Hope so you can easily find it?  What image of Hope captures your imagination?

We’ve chosen for the featured image a double rainbow over Lake Okoboji, Iowa.  These words from Genesis 9:13 of the New International Version of the Bible. “I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.” Hope.