Monday, September 29, 2014

NEW LEARNING

          I realized something this week that amazed me:

       When I defend my assumptions or opinions in the face of others’ assumptions and opinions which are different from mine, I kick the amygdala in the brain into action. 

    When I say, in response to another, BUT…the amygdala pours adrenaline into my bloodstream ( It is all biology ) my voice rises, my eyes dilate and I’m in fight/flight mode.

         James E Zull, author of The Art of Changing the Brain, makes it clear that while the amygdala is at work, pumping adrenaline into the blood, synapses towards the front cortext of the brain are inhibited. No dendrites grow. No learning can take place. ( It is all biology! )

        If, in lieu of defense, I invite your explanation of your stated assumption, and say, humbly and honestly, I do not have that experience. Let’s talk further … I can be assured that my amygdala is quiet and my learning is possible. Synapses to the front cortext can occur and dendrites can grow. Dialogue has occurred.

        This is new learning for me! I am in awe at the design!


Thursday, September 25, 2014

YIELDING invites DIALOGUE



  My dear friend has two grown children: a son and a daughter. They are both gainfully employed, living in their own homes with their own friends.  Mom, however ( my friend Agnes! ) was telling me how hard it is for her not to ask: Did you floss?  Do you need any money? Have you had your flu shot?

      As she put it, I am always Mom! I cannot let go!

      We laughed together and I suggested that she consider a word I learned recently from my esteemed mentor, Walter Brueggemann. He says God invites us to yield to God.

       Yield ! What a lovely Alice in Wonderland portmanteau word!

       Yielding is not letting go. Yield is yield: letting the other take the lead. Letting the young man and young woman live their own lives without the intrusion of a loving Mom. Yield is respect for the other as Subject or decision-maker in her own life. Yielding invites dialogue!

         So Mom asks: How are you?  Great, says her son! Good, says Mom without asking if he has a warm enough coat for the coming winter, or if he is still with that woman! Mom celebrates his feeling great without taking the lead by a slew of questions asking what ”great” means.

          Mom yields to her son.  Her conversation becomes a dialogue rather than an interrogation.  She can tell about her reasons for feeling great herself, and they can celebrate their good lives together.

          Yielding invites dialogue.  Imagine the dialogue yielding to God invites!          


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

THE PEOPLES CLIMATE MARCH NYC



Four hundred thousand people made what Walter Brueggemann called a magnificently generous action that can redefine our scarcity-based, consumer primed culture.  And we made it marching down Sixth Avenue of New York City: singing, laughing, dancing, chanting. Sixth Avenue: the epitome of high powered business and monied culture! The image speaks volumes!

I am so glad I was there as one of the People of Faith contingent from my Episcopal Church of the Nativity in Raleigh, North Carolina. Folks kept smiling at me and my sign that said: CHURCH OF THE NATIVITY RALEIGH NORTH CAROLINA. “Wow!” They said, “You came a long way!” “By bus!” I responded! “Wow!” again!

I shared in that magnificently generous action with men and women of every culture, color, and creed! The tone of the event was family festive fun ! The banners reflected that:  A large picture of the blue marble globe with a caution: DON’T MESS WITH MY MAMA!  And another quiet statement : THERE IS NO PLANET B !

We waited four hours on 58th street as our friends from 86th street on down fed into the parade on Sixth Avenue!  Four hours of standing together for  change! I saw folks helping one another, sharing water bottles, fruit and smiles. Four hundred thousand friends having family festive fun!

This poem opened the meetings on climate change of the world's presidents on Tuesday morning, September 23rd,  at the UN. It is  a mother's poem to her six month old son:

You can hear the poem and see the visuals here:   
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJuRjy9k7GA 

She says eloquently what her four hundred thousand friends were saying by our patient, caring peoples’ climate march.


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Grace in the Wilderness

GRACE IN THE WILDERNESS



 Thus says the LORD:

 The people who survived the sword   
  found grace in the wilderness;
  when Israel sought for rest,
  the LORD appeared to him from far away.

Jer 31:2–3a


      Our U.S. culture, our society, can be a wilderness:  the university, the government, business, malls and restaurants, highways, sports, the media: journals and newspapers/radio/television/the Internet ...
 I feel lost in this wilderness.
       The sword in the wilderness carries more weight: I can die from greed, from anxiety, from fear, from loneliness.  Born in 1931, I continually glance expectantly at my IRA…hoping for it to swell. Anxieties and fears multiply and are more painful as one faces them alone.
         Once, when I faced a particularly lonely, ominous moment of fear and anxiety, and wailed at being alone in the struggle, my dear priest, Diane, challenged me: “Perhaps you are looking for help and companionship in the wrong places, Jane. Perhaps you must find God.”
         Grace in the wilderness! 
        Walter Brueggemann suggests that God redefined the wilderness when manna (man hu? What’s that?)  fell daily from the sky to feed the wandering, hungry people of Israel.  Exodus 16
WB suggests that only a magnificently generous action can redefine
our scarcity-based, consumer primed culture.
          Where is God redefining the wilderness that is our national culture?  Watch for it!  Celebrate it!  Notice the shockingly generous actions that fly in the face of anxiety and fearful self-reliance. Like these:
       I pulled my lawnmower out in April two years ago, to mow my small patch of lawn. Three neighbours came at me from three sides of my street:  We don’t think so!”   Al, who lives across the street from me laughed as he gently pushed my ancient lawnmower back into the toolshed: “When I mow my lawn, I’ll come across the street to mow yours.”  Tom and Kerry conceded that Al had won the day. 
         Grace in the wilderness – redefining the place!
         My friend Rita tells the story of her ninety-year old husband Dave whom she could not find early one morning. When he finally appeared, she asked: “Where have you been?”        
          “Oh, honey, I thought I had told you. An old man needed a ride to the station so I picked him up at his house and drove him to the train.”
         Grace in the wilderness – redefining the place!
          A Conference of United States military medical doctors from all services: Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force, Coast Guard – all – are considering how to serve their patients and teach their peers more efficiently.  They have invited the Dean of the Medical School of the Catholic University of Chile to offer the keynote address to the 2014 conference because of his skill, knowledge and experience as a medical doctor and educator using dialogue.
            Grace in the wilderness – redefining the place: no north, no south…just us on a journey to the common good.
             Nelson Mandela and his team heard the barred gates of Robbins Island slam on them as they faced a long prison term – punishment for their search for freedom.  Mandela gathered his friends around him to offer one imperative: Our first agenda is to learn to speak and understand Afrikaans. We must communicate with our jailors.
              Unbelievable grace in the wilderness – redefining the place – even Robbins Island!
             We are the means of this grace in the wilderness for and to one another. The grace is from God. We are the universal UPS delivery service, built to use our fertile imagination and courageous hearts to redefine the wilderness as neigborhood, as did Mandela and Dave and Al and the military medical doctors. Consider recent actions you have seen where a courageous man or woman was
redefining the place; changing our wilderness culture into a warm, caring neighborhood. 

                 


Monday, July 28, 2014


THE REST IS HISTORY

       I am  making history here on the back porch: by resting!  At rest, I read differently: slowly, chewing the feelings and ideas until they are digestible and fruitful, giving me strength because they are now mine.

   At rest, I can snooze a lot, and dream. The dreams are rich and vital, telling me more than all the books I read!  How about the latest dream:  I have a house full of company – hundreds of men and   women! And no food ready! I think: I can make a big pot of pasta!

   At rest, I can watch great old films – laughing and crying, celebrating the art and the stories.     At rest I can watch and hear opera – singing along and sometime directing the Met Orchestra, weeping when the lovely lady dies…

    At rest, I can pray…relentlessly thanking GOD for blessing with GOD’S surprises all whom I name…confidently thanking GOD for particular gifts for particular folks…continuously thanking GOD for my life and loves

    At rest, I can imagine a world where the Great Reversal is being implemented:
       Where teachers ask and show and do not tell
       Where food is plentiful and healthy and accessible to all
       Where a church includes women (Acts 1:10)
       Where factories making arms are now making solar panels and windmill turbines
        Where we all travel on buses and trains and automobiles are in a museum

      At rest, I can design the next dinner party, the next tea on the back porch: with fruit of the season and sweet southern tea!   At rest, I can wait patiently, in wonder and awe, in thanks and praise, in sweet reveries and excited anticipation for the next of GOD’s surprises.  
      

The rest is, indeed, history!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Good for Nothing

What a joy it is to be good for nothing! I cook for friends, I read up a storm, I watch brilliant opera from the Met, I swim every day, I walk the dog and (sometimes) vacuum the house and water the plants. I’m good – for nothing! It is called retirement!

      Barbara Brown Taylor has a delightful little book, The Practice of Saying NO. As I read it, she reminded me how blessed I am to be able to be good for nothing. For my daily efforts, I am paid in bird song and deep joy. 

       She also reminded me of my privilege of living Sabbath – this is the seventh day, the day of rest in my long and too-busy life. Although I know that, I am continually devising projects that would tie me in knots for days and weeks of futile work.

       Her little book has me examining ways I can honor this Sabbath
more intentionally – how can I be aware of this joy and deepen it? I hope to keep a true Jewish Sabbath one day a week – in order to be more aware of the daily Sabbath-quality of this quiet life of mine.

       What will that mean?  Taylor quotes Meister Eckhardt, a man of prayer: God is not found in the soul by adding anything but by subtracting.  So, what might my Sabbath look like? 

Hang up the car keys.
Close the computer, turn off the tv and radio.
Listen to the music of the lovely world around me.
Sit still, keep quiet, listen!  Pray!
Play with the dog, walk him around the lake. 
Welcome friends for good long talks, and comfortable silence.


        Now, that’s good for nothing at its best. Strangely, we call it a spiritual discipline.  It will not be easy, but someone has to do it!  And I am glad it is me.