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28 December 2017 at 23:32

Developing a Taste for Zest

11 July 2017 at 00:54

For the next 18 minutes or so I’m going to talk to myself. You’re welcome to listen, of course. You don’t have to leave or anything. I may use second and third person some -- you, they, them -- but I’m really just talking to myself. When I preach I try to do what Emerson suggested good ministers do -- present “life passed through the fire of thought” or in my case, “anxiety and insecurity passed through the fire of thought plus a little Ativan.” Anyway, enough meta, let’s dig in.

Some months ago, Dana and I agreed on a date for me to preach. She then told me the theme for the month was zest---and some part of me groaned. I don't really like the word zest. I'm not sure I trust it. It seems a little false, a little saccharine, a little _much_. You see, I like reserved. I like measured. I like sang froid. Zest strikes me as being entirely too energetic. Zest feels exposed -- I'm sorry, is my zest showing? I'm happy enough to zest a lemon -- but anything else and I draw the line.

Zest comes from the the almost identical French word. They just add an "e" at the end because they're, well, y'know, French. No offense, Maryse. Though that said, they do have this weird thing where the person who gets the most votes becomes president, so make of all that what you will. Anyway, the word derives from cooking---that little bit of lemon or orange peel that we add for flavor. Zest adds flavor to cakes, scones, and, it turns out, lives.

What do we mean when we say someone is living with zest, doing something with zest?

Zest connotes engagement. Zest conveys enjoyment. Zest speaks of enthusiasm.

And isn’t that how many of would say we wish to live. The blessed Saint Henry of the Pond summarized it when he said, “I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.” We want to live authentically, intentionally, consciously and with a deep passionate engagement. We want a life full of rich, poignant flavors. Who wants a bland life? We want to live, in short, with zest. And yet many of us don’t.

My wife Julia will be the first to say that enthusiasm is not my strong suit. It's something that causes stress in our relationship because Julia is a very enthusiastic person. She does many things with an admirable amount of zest. If she's going to do something she really digs in and gets the dirt under her nails. Julia makes little happy noises and gets messy when she eats. Me, I am quiet and my fingers are pretty much always clean after a meal. Julia will get up and dance even if no one else is dancing. She’ll sing out whenever the spirit moves her. I admire that...and also cringe a bit.

Enthusiasm, zest, takes engagement. It takes commitment. It takes trust. It takes letting go. And I have trouble with all of that. I grew up in a family where there wasn't a lot of room for my feelings or needs. Pretty much all of the emotional energy in the house went into yelling and arguing. Anything left over mostly fueled an impressive amount of seething resentment, anger, and fear. I didn’t grow up in some Dickensian hell, but there wasn't a lot of space for healthy emotion. There was way too much drama between my parents for my feelings to get acknowledged or validated.

And so I learned not to express much. I learned restraint and disengagement. I didn't practice zest because the only thing my family did with zest was hurt each other. I explored Buddhism and even, if I’m honest, misused its teachings to convince myself that lack of feelings was some kind of spiritual progress.

Ultimately zest is hard for me because it implies vulnerability -- you can't fully engage anything worthwhile without putting yourself out there. You can't dance with zest if you're worried that everyone's looking at you. You can't sing with zest if you are worried about being off-key. You can't make love with zest if you're mostly worried about how your thighs jiggle or if your belly's too big. You simply cannot live with zest if you're routinely splitting your mental and emotional energy between doing what you're doing ...and... worrying about what you're doing.

Sometimes we don't live with zest because we've bought into the culture of celebrity and expertise which says if you’re not really good at something, you shouldn’t do it. Kids don’t usually have this problem. Ask a kid to sing or draw a picture and they’ll usually dig in whether they do it “well” or not. My guess is that there are a number of folks in the room who enjoy singing but don't do it with zest because they fear they don't sing well -- and sometimes that fear is justified. But we too often buy into this idea that we have to sound like Beyonce or Lin-Manuel Miranda. If we're going to dance we better look like John Travolta or Ginger Rogers. I frequently hear people say things like, "Oh, I love to paint, but I'm not very good at it." "I want to dance, but I'll just look silly." Well thank the gods you didn’t do what you enjoy, but at least sort of kept your dignity. How many times do we not do things, not for lack of enjoyment, but because we fear we’re not good enough? Simply put, we think too much and experience too little.

Zest implies getting lost in the moment, getting lost in the joy. And here's where I see in myself the need to get on-board with zest. As I get older I see more and more how useless it is trying to manage other people's expectations and experience of me. Being up here, even as used to public speaking as I am, feels a little scary, a little threatening. Am I doing a good job? Will I say anything useful? Is this just all really obvious and trite? Am I going to offend anyone?


But I can't manage your experience of me. I can't tell you how to feel or what to think or determine if you'll get anything out of my words. The only thing I can manage is myself. I can't manage you or Julia and certainly not my eight-year-old Ben. I can't manage other people's attitudes or experiences. I can just manage myself.

But I'd be dishonest if I suggested that it’s easy to let go of everything that holds you back. Those chains aren't so easily broken. And so zest requires not only vulnerability but courage. Anyone who's overcome any fear knows how difficult it can be. So what do we do? One thing is to embrace life's brokenness. Nothing was perfect to begin with: not you, not me, not America, not Sweden, not anything or anyone. Once I remember that everyone feels some kind of crack in their soul -- that everyone is afraid of something, insecure about something, worried about something -- then I can be more gentle with myself and others. I get doctors and nurses bringing cases to the hospital ethics committee complaining how irrational a patient or family is acting. When I talk with the purported crazies, I see people who are fighting for the very base of Maslow’s hierarchy -- just trying to stay alive. We’re asking them to make incredibly high-stakes complex decisions and we’re surprised when they act out. Any animal will lash out when cornered. And I do with these poor people what I’m learning to do with myself -- slow down, really acknowledge how difficult this is, and, above all, be gentle. It’s amazing how far gentleness can go with others and with ourselves.

Our internal voices can be so harsh. My experience as a chaplain and as a person with a trauma background is that we often talk to ourselves in ways we would never tolerate from other people. If I make a mistake, it’s not uncommon for the voice inside to go on a rant about how stupid or lazy I am. I wouldn’t put up with that from someone else. I see this need in the people I counsel, but I often forget to be a bit gentler with myself. Self-compassion is critical. We need to be forgiving of ourselves and lower the stakes a bit.


And the stakes are usually pretty low especially if we remember how little interest anyone else really has in how we live. I think this is one of those lessons we need most when we’re younger, but I still need to recall it. Most people are as self-absorbed as we are. Ask yourself how much you actually pay attention to or remember the foibles and quirks of others and you’ll have a good guide to how little anyone is paying attention to you.

I’ll be 48 this week and I now have the privilege of looking back and seeing how dumb I was for most of the preceding decades. How much I worried what other people thought. How much I tried to fit in. And I have absolutely no doubt that it simply wasn’t worth it. What do we lose by acting with zest? Maybe we protect a few pounds of dignity, but lose of ton of fun.

Because part of living and enjoying life with zest is acknowledging the finite nature of it. We all die -- some way too soon, many unexpectedly, and a few having accomplished everything they wanted to. Some allow awareness of death to inspire them to live more fully. Some, however, let that specter hover over their shoulder for much of their lives.

And that unknown endpoint requires us to live an examined life. And we can start with something most of us have with us right now in our pockets or purses. What is the item in your life which most accurately represents your life priorities? What do you think? It's not your house, or your books, or even your browser history. It's your calendar. Show me your calendar and I will show you what is most important to you.

The simple fact is, any hack minister can get up here and spout platitudes exhorting you to live with more zest. And if the only effect is to create a slight stirring in your soul and a transient feeling of commitment then we've both wasted our time. But when we get down to the proverbial brass tacks, you are the only one who can make these changes. If you look at your calendar, look at your life and don't like what you see, then schedule your life differently. Ideas are great, intentions are lovely, but I am challenging you to actually make a date with zest. What is something you want to do that fills you, that gives your life more flavor? It doesn't have to be a trip around the world or volunteering to do relief work in Syria. It can be taking an art class or scheduling 30 minutes to do some coloring. It can be a walk in the woods or reading a book you never thought you’d enjoy. If you feel like you've been spending your time wrong, take an hour or a day to mourn those choices and then reorient yourself to the present and future and make different choices. Everyone says, "I need to make time for X." I do it too. It's one of the dumbest things we say. No one makes time for anything. You have every drop of time you're ever going to have. The only choice you have is how you spend your time.

Now if you’re a single parent or struggling with serious issues then there may be a period where you’re focusing on survival more than zest--and that is completely understandable. But I encourage you, even in the midst of those incredible demands to find bits of time for a little zest. If for no other reason than to remind yourself of why you’re trying to survive. Everything passes eventually: ulcers and cancer and infidelity and even adolescence I’m told--and as long as you’re living, it’s worth seizing moments here and there to help sustain you.

People know the musical Fiddler on the Roof? It's the story of a Jewish family in 1905 dealing with the anti-Semitic dictates of the Russian government and the huge challenges of a changing culture. One of the more popular songs from the musical is "L'Chaim, To Life." A raucous song that speaks to the need to celebrate even in the midst of challenges and pain -- indeed, this is one of the main themes of the movie. How does one balance the constant "slings and arrows" of life while not succumbing to exhausted sadness? Life is as precarious as a fiddler on the roof. Zest does not imply obliviousness. Ignorance is not zest. It's easy to feel overwhelmed. Many of us feel over-scheduled, under-slept, and being propelled forward at a disturbing rate. And the news these days can simply be exhausting. The vulnerability and courage of zest calls us to stay thoughtfully engaged.

I struggle with this. My job involves bearing witness to an entire catalog of human suffering. And I am one of the many who feel a background level of stress that I never anticipated and that can be directly traced to a Tuesday evening last November. I am living with an existential dread of where my country and planet are going. And I know this congregation is no more politically homogenous than we are spiritually homogenous, and so I am speaking for myself. How do I live with enthusiasm and zest when I fear for my safety, the safety of innocents caught up in a freshly uncovered and seemingly endless supply of hate, and a political system that seems horribly disfigured by money and made dysfunctional by an appeal to the lowest common denominator of our most selfish instincts? I've found myself rather closer to tears these days and more afraid for the future.And here I come back to Jewish culture. Victor Frankl was a Jewish physician and well-known author. He and his family were captured by the Nazis and most of them killed. Viktor survived and went on to live a life of joy, purpose, and meaning even having endured some of the most hellish dehumanizing environments people have ever endured. And he did so, in part, by recognizing that one cannot control the external world. Ultimately we have little control over what happens to us. You can eat vegan, run marathons, and still get cancer or Alzheimer's or be killed by Nazis or terrorists. Tragedy takes no account of love or desire. Frankl saw this and came to understand that the only thing he could control was his response to events, his attitude in any given set of circumstances.

And I am trying to follow his lead and understand that the only thing I can manage is my own attitude, my own response to the events in my life. And ultimately, what is my choice? I can succumb to the worry and stress or I can acknowledge the horror and injustice of a universe that has precious little concern for my own world and still choose life, choose zest. Because I lose much more in the worrying than I gain from preemptive dread and pessimism.

Zest in life is a choice just as it with food. You can choose a lifetime a bland meals and experiences or choose spice. And yeah, you’ll get indigestion every once in a while. There’s a saying about how “I don’t regret the things I have done, I regret the things I haven’t done.” It’s true enough that it’s attributed to a number of people. And generally speaking, I think it is true. I regret more the times I said no, the times I didn’t dance, didn’t sing, didn’t let myself sink into the experience of the moment. It can be hard to add more zest. It’s just like a kid -- they tend to dislike new flavors. But if you can get them to keep trying, just a few bites at a time, they will eventually develop a taste for whatever it is. And we can do the same. We can say yes a bit more. Sing a little louder. Learn a few dance steps. And eventually develop a broader palate, develop a real taste for zest. I hope you’ll open life’s menu and look for some spice.

Thanks, namaste, blessed be, l’chaim.

The fine art of disappointing oneself and others

10 July 2017 at 13:33

 A quick search of books on Amazon in the self-help category yields just about 614,000 results.  Sex, just for comparison, has only about 314,000 results.  Amazon may therefore be the only place on the Internet where the topic of procrastination beats out fornication.  Let me also note that searching once for books on sex radically changes your “you might also like” suggestions.  
I myself have bought a number of so-called self-help books over the years.  Some have been truly helpful, a number less so—but even when the book itself has been helpful, I find myself often slipping back into the very patterns of behavior I hoped to change.  I find myself continuing to disappoint myself and others.  I’m not neat or well organized.  I procrastinate.  I’m much more acquisitive than I would like—I’ve rarely met a backpack or a book I didn’t want.  I don’t eat as well as I’d like.  Don’t exercise as much as I would like.  None of these are deal breakers in my life.  But I still feel this sense of frustration with myself.  After all, it’s my brain and body, why should I have any difficulty doing what I say I want to do?
This isn’t recent.  I’ve struggled with this for the past maybe 30 years.  Much of my life, I have questioned how one creates change within oneself.  As I’ve grown over the years, I’ve come to wonder about this frustration and dissatisfaction and question the general concept of self-help as it is sold and bought by so many of us.
I grew up in a household characterized by chaos, emotional abuse and neglect, and even some violence.  My home was not a Dickensian hell, but it wasn’t healthy and the emotional scars I have I’ve come by honestly enough.  And the emotional trauma of youth produces lifelong effects.  From early on I felt a powerful need not to repeat these patterns.  Not to treat my wife as my father treated my mother, not to treat my son as my father treated me or my brother.  Some of the chaos of my childhood left me without much ability to know where to set the bar.  What’s good enough?  As with many people who have traumatic childhoods, I usually wind up setting the bar unreasonably high. But I’m not much of an overachiever, instead I just feel bad about myself.
I started studying Karate when I was 11.  Japanese martial arts became the rock I could cling to.  When everything was craziness and out of control at home, I found peace in the discipline and values of Karate, Judo, and Aikido.
My first contact with Buddhism was through Karate.  Buddhism promised a path to deeper meaning and understanding, a path to personal transformation I started learning little bits about “enlightenment,” and I began to believe that I could, through hard work and practice, become a different person—or more specifically the person I would be if I hadn’t gotten all messed up along the way—the person I was meant to be.  All the things that I didn’t like about myself, I came to believe could be burned away, purified, transcended.
When I was 20, I went to Japan to continue this journey.  I eventually went to a small Zen temple to live, study, and meditate.  I believed that the qualities I found unattractive in myself were like, following a number of Buddhist metaphors, just so much dust and dirt hiding the surface of a mirror—once polished sufficiently I could see myself clearly and that person would no longer be burdened by such substantial flaws.
Twenty years later, I can see all of that as youthful naïveté and a fundamental misunderstanding of what Buddhism and other wisdom traditions actually offer, but a quick perusal of self-help books, seminars, and gurus shows that a lot of people are themselves looking for a truly transformative experience or method.  And maybe it’s out there.  Maybe Tony Robbins really can, as his book title claims, awaken the giant within me, and perhaps Dale Carnegie can teach me how to win friends and influence people.  I may have been naive, but I certainly was not alone.
It’s part of our own tradition too.  One of our Unitarian saints, His Holiness, St. Henry of the Pond, Henry David Thoreau, wrote in Walden, “I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.”
Japan was 26 years ago, and for my entire adult life I have primarily identified as Buddhist.  For much of that time I continued to believe in the chance for profound transformation.  Now I don’t claim to be a particularly good Buddhist.  While I’ve done a fair amount of meditation, I haven’t had a regular practice for many years.  That said, after my years of academic studies, I shifted to more practical education.  I have over the past ten years spent many many hours with people from a much wider swath of humanity than I had before I became a chaplain.  I’ve sat with people’s pain, suffering, and disappointment.  I have seen an entire catalog of human suffering.  I’ve spent many years in counseling with a variety of therapists.  I spent two years going through the professional training for chaplains which is a combination of really intense group and individual therapy all in an effort to prepare you to be present to others in their struggles without having too much of your own baggage getting in the way.  While I haven’t been a particularly dedicated Buddhist, I have been working on myself and trying to grow.
 And while I have certainly grown and changed, many of the flaws that bother me most are still right here with me and now I start to suspect they will follow me to my eventual end. This is, of course, not unique to me nor unknown in the spiritual literature.  It’s right in the New Testament in the Paul’s letter to the Romans.  In this passage he points to the central struggle I’m talking about.  I recognize myself in these words written a couple thousand years ago when he laments, “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate, I do. …I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.  For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.”
So I have these things about me that I don’t like—my housekeeping skills can only charitably be compared to how Jackson Pollack painted.  I put the pro in procrastination.  Clearly I’m not talking about more profound challenges like addiction or abusive relationships, problems that threaten your life literally.  Those are a different order of magnitude in terms of challenges—I’m talking about the small things that make my life run less smoothly, that drag at me, that cause friction between the life I want and the life I have.
So what do I do with this?  The problems are small in the bigger scheme of things.  I am reasonably successful, reasonably happy.  Nietzsche famously said that whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.  I’d also say that which doesn’t destroy you, just annoys the crap out of you.  So what do we do with all the ways we disappoint ourselves and those we love?
Last weekend was Rosh Hashoneh, the Jewish new year—a time of celebration and joy.  The high holy day that follows next, Yom Kippur, which starts this coming Tuesday, is a more sober one.  The ten days between Rosh Hoshoneh and Yom Kippur are called the Days of Awe when observant Jews repent from their sins.  On Rosh Hashoneh, God writes in the Book of Life deciding who will have a good year, who will have a bad year, who will live and who will die.  On Yom Kippur the book is closed and your fate is sealed.  These ten days are an opportunity to change God’s judgment by making amends, seeking forgiveness and finding reconciliation.  Two interesting elements.  First, you cannot ask God for forgiveness from a sin against another human being—that forgiveness has to come from the offended party, not from God.  Second, forgiveness itself is not enough, you must also achieve reconciliation.  You can forgive someone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’ve come back into relationship.  Forgiveness can be a solo activity—I can forgive my father for how he treated me, but at this point, he died in 1999, we can no longer be reconciled.  Forgiveness is where we start and can be hard enough, but it is critical for our own well-being.  Lewis Smedes, one of the pioneers of forgiveness research said, “To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was you.”
Forgiving someone else can be hard to do.  If I am honest, there are a couple of people in my life that I struggle to actually forgive.  But in my experience, I often have a harder time forgiving myself for my errors and flaws.  I have seen the power of self in the past decade as a hospital chaplain.
On any number of occasions I have sat with someone who is facing their own death.  These are often, as one might imagine, fairly intense conversations and for those who are traditionally religious, a time that can be filled with literally mortal terror.  I remember the first patient I had such a conversation with.  I had myself given up any fear of divine judgment, stopped believing in a literal hell many years before.  But for this poor fellow, the belief that he had sinned against God, and more importantly, his very real fear that what he had done was simply unforgivable in the eyes of God was petrifying.  I tried for some time to reassure him that God’s grace and mercy was limitless and that if we had true repentance then we could be forgiven.  And yet despite my assurances and citing particular passages of scripture, he remained unconvinced.  He was actively dying and in absolute terror of what he was sure awaited him on the other side.  I sat there trying to think about how I might provide some comfort to him when a question came to me.
Now chaplaincy is often a bit of a tightrope walk.  We usually have very little time with people, no preexisting relationship to draw on, and the emotional and spiritual stakes are frequently very high.  Any good chaplain takes chances on saying something that might be just the right question and might help the patient come to some resolution…or it may be the wrong question entirely and throw gas on the fire and destroy any good done so far.
This was one of those moments.  My patient was incredibly fragile—struggling with a terminal diagnosis and in a true existential spiritual crisis.  After reflecting for a moment I said, “I’ve told you that I’m not worried about God’s forgiveness, but have you forgiven yourself?”  I was shocked at the intensity of his response.  He began to weep like a child and eventually shook his head no.  The real source of infection had been opened up and now we could begin the deeper work of healing that was needed.  I’ve seen this enough to realize that the challenge of forgiving ourselves is fairly universal and often some of the hardest work we do.
It’s true for me. I can be very unforgiving of myself.  To ask myself for absolution is often to face my harshest critic, my least forgiving opponent.  And in this we can add in the greater mistakes we have made.  We have to acknowledge that some of our failures have been catastrophic:  relationships destroyed, people suffer, people die from our actions or inactions.  As I look back at my life there are a few mistakes that still make my stomach feel hollow and ashamed.
Indeed, forgiving others—-let alone ourselves—-is so difficult that we have created incredibly elaborate rituals of forgiveness in our religious traditions.  Catholics, they go to confession.  Jews, at this time of year, they go to a body of water to cast their sins away.  
For those of us removed from traditional theologies, we must still find a way through the narrow gate that leads to a fuller life.  No matter what you’ve done, once you’ve done what you can to seek forgiveness from anyone else involved, once you’ve made the effort to become reconciled with them you’ll have to—-at some point turn—-that gaze inward.  And you’re going to have to forgive yourself at some point if you are going to heal and grow.  Once the trauma is done, to persist in being unforgiving to yourself doesn’t reduce the damage.  Sometimes that guilty, stubborn, refusal only makes it worse and predisposes us to other errors.
This is what I’m coming to see about the failings that seem to follow me.  I can spend a tremendous amount of energy trying to change them.  All of us, have finite amount of time and energy in our lives. There’s not a minute that goes by that you can get back to spend differently.  And I have a better use for that energy and time than trying to change things that ultimately won’t make much of a difference when I’m gone.  I don’t believe that people will be discussing my procrastination or the fact that my desktop was theoretically somewhere underneath the mass of papers obscuring it.  And I want to spend the time I have being more present to the joy in my life with Julia and Ben and my friends and family.  All the efforts to change myself can wind up—-if I’m not careful—-being a distraction from what’s actually important.  
One of my favorite songs is titled, “Still Climbing.”  The central metaphor of the song is that we are essentially climbing a mountain backwards—we can only see where we’ve been.  It’s a beautiful image that speaks to the uncertainty of our lives.  Hindsight is, as they say, 20/20, and so beautifully horribly seductive. We can recall the innocent simplicity of our childhood and youth. We see all the ways life could have been different.  We can see all the ways we make mistakes and become entranced by our errors.
Middle age, I’m finding out, clouds much of what I thought would be my reality and the future seems even less certain as I grapple with the reality of life that seemed so distant when I was younger.  Friends have heart attacks and cancer, get divorced, commit suicide, children have real problems that call for desperately unclear solutions, and career can become an odd trap catching us between the comfort of and contempt for the familiar.
But with all due respect and love to the songwriter however, we don’t climb mountain backwards.  We climb them facing forwards.  We may stop from time to time to rest, take stock of our position, and maybe reflect on how far we’ve come, but ultimately we turn to face forward again, and walk on.  In truth, we can never see where we’ve been.  We may remember, we may imagine, we may dream.  But when we open our eyes, the only thing we can actually see is right where we are.  And life can only actually proceed in one direction, forward.  We march inexorably toward our end.
My growing suspicion is that forgiving ourselves, and better yet, doing the work to become genuinely reconciled to ourselves is the main way to get where we want to go.  No matter how painful or scary, we will need to come back into relationship with the most damaged, vulnerable, broken parts of ourselves.  And it is this work that may be the only thing that actually gives us the power to choose either to change or to simply let go.
I hope its obvious that I’m not trying to discourage people from self work, but we do need to be thoughtful about where we put our energy and not punish ourselves for being human.
I am starting to find some peace with is the understanding that some of my bad habits are here to stay.  Maybe I could get rid of them with enough work, maybe I couldn’t.  Either way, I’ve decided to stop focusing on my faults.  I am coming to terms with the fact that I will continue to disappoint myself and others.  Perfection is just not on the menu.  The return on investment simply isn’t great enough at 47 to spend much energy on these things.
Instead I am trying to see myself as a whole.  And, on the whole, I’m good enough.  Great at a couple of things, bad at a few others, and sufficient at most everything else.  And so the question shifts from what can I fix about myself to how can I honor the talents I do have and, perhaps most importantly, how do I extend sufficient compassion, forgiveness, and grace to myself?  How do I encourage instead of berating?  How do I inspire instead of demeaning?  Over the years one thing I’ve seen is that people often speak to themselves in ways they wouldn’t tolerate from anyone else.  All the self-blame, shame and recrimination don’t move us forward.  No matter how minor or major, trivial or tragic your faults are, most of us are still better off cultivating that a far gentler internal voice.  A voice that is sympathetic and speaks to you like wise friend or parent.  Seek to extend a deep gentleness to yourself.  Don’t talk to yourself in ways that you'd never tolerate from someone else.
  I’m trying to stop fighting battles with my past ideas about who I am and will be.  I guess it’s just part of middle-age, though I’ve seen people at every stage in life struggling to free themselves from the bondage of expectation, self-doubt, and the voice of that harsh critic inside our hearts and minds.  I remember going to see the great teacher Ram Dass in ‘92 or ‘93, a man I thought was as close to enlightenment and freedom as I was likely to encounter.  Someone asked him how he had freed himself from desire and fear.  He laughed, a good hearty laugh and explained he still had desires and fear but that they were more like old friends or little “schmoos” he called them, little things that would come to back to visit from time to time.  They were still there, but he could see them now without being moved by them.  I didn’t understand what he was saying back then, but I think I’m starting to see get it a bit.  I can see all my shortcomings and failings and be moved by them.  Moved to fear and shame, moved to putting on fronts to deny my vulnerability and humanity, moved to spending way too much time on aspects of myself that are as much a part of myself as my face or my hair.  I don’t have to be happy with them.  I can keep making small overtures to whatever is still hurting in me that keeps me struggling in ways that come out as procrastination or desire.  I’m trying to come to peace with the variety of ways I disappoint myself and others and transform it from a painful mess into an art—the art of reconciling myself to myself with love and grace.  And isn’t that where much of the world’s great art has come from—the transformation and expression of an inner vision imperfect though it may be brought into the world by an artist with enough courage to be vulnerable.  I encourage all of us to work on this journey.  Amen and blessed be.




The Image of God

27 March 2017 at 11:18

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6 March 2017 at 20:00

David Francey will be playing the Fresno Folklore Society at the Unitarian Universalist Church in Fresno CA on... http://fb.me/1JCBGdc0R 

David Francey will be playing the Fresno Folklore Society at the Unitarian Universalist Church in Fresno CA on... http://fb.me/1JCBGdc0R 

Asylum-Seeking Families at Risk Under Trump's Aggressive Immigration Policies

3 March 2017 at 20:30
This post examines the harm the administration’s policies may have for some of the most vulnerable immigrants: asylum-seekers. The post Asylum-Seeking Families at Risk Under Trump’s Aggressive Immigration Policies appeared first on Unitarian Universalist Service Committee. This post examines the harm the administration’s policies may have for some of the most vulnerable immigrants: asylum-seekers. The post Asylum-Seeking Families at Risk Under Trump’s Aggressive Immigration Policies appeared first on Unitarian Universalist Service Committee.

Fire destroys UU community center in destitute part of Tulsa

3 March 2017 at 20:30
The state Fire Marshal’s Office is investigating the cause of a blaze that destroyed much of the Welcome Table Community Center in Turley early Thursday.

Elaine McArdle

Unitarian Universalist ministers say their community ministry—which provides food and community space—will not slow down.

The state Fire Marshal’s Office is investigating the cause of a blaze that destroyed much of the Welcome Table Community Center in Turley early Thursday.

Elaine McArdle

Unitarian Universalist ministers say their community ministry—which provides food and community space—will not slow down.

CUC Month 2017: Popular UU Answers

27 February 2017 at 16:00
Can you guess the top 5 answers that a survey of 800 UUs has come up with for each question? 1. Name a UU principle a. Inherent worth and dignity of every person b. Respect for the interdependent web of … Continue reading → The post CUC Month 2017: Popular UU Answers appeared first on Canadian Unitarian Council. Can you guess the top 5 answers that a survey of 800 UUs has come up with for each question? 1. Name a UU principle a. Inherent worth and dignity of every person b. Respect for the interdependent web of … Continue reading → The post CUC Month 2017: Popular UU Answers appeared first on Canadian Unitarian Council.

CUC Month 2017

27 February 2017 at 15:00
Popular UU Answers Can you name the top answer when 800 UUs were asked to: Name something that shows up at a UU potluck? Find out how your answers compared to the top 5 popular answers and find instructions on … Continue reading → The post CUC Month 2017 appeared first on Canadian Unitarian Council. Popular UU Answers Can you name the top answer when 800 UUs were asked to: Name something that shows up at a UU potluck? Find out how your answers compared to the top 5 popular answers and find instructions on … Continue reading → The post CUC Month 2017 appeared first on Canadian Unitarian Council.

Youth Ministry Training Webinar 7

27 February 2017 at 14:59
Part of a successful youth ministry is creating and maintaining sustainable systems and organizational tools, like calendaring, directories and templates, to keep the youth ministry program running as a vital part of the congregation and so it can live on after a volunteer or staff member leaves. Adults need to be competent in practicing compassionate communication, handling conflict with grace and humility, expressing needs, and being a good listener. And they need to be able to model these skills for youth. Youth Ministry Advising: A Complete Guide has some tips for developing these skills. Volunteers and staff must be competent with social media. Supervisors should inform volunteers and staff if their congregation has something akin... Part of a successful youth ministry is creating and maintaining sustainable systems and organizational tools, like calendaring, directories and templates, to keep the youth ministry program running as a vital part of the congregation and so it can live on after a volunteer or staff member leaves. Adults need to be competent in practicing compassionate communication, handling conflict with grace and humility, expressing needs, and being a good listener. And they need to be able to model these skills for youth. Youth Ministry Advising: A Complete Guide has some tips for developing these skills. Volunteers and staff must be competent with social media. Supervisors should inform volunteers and staff if their congregation has something akin...

EVENT: Kent Environmental Council- Come Learn about Community Solar Monday Feb 27 7pm Unitarian Universalist Church pic.twitter.com/YTSFJMhJth

27 February 2017 at 14:40

EVENT: Kent Environmental Council- Come Learn about Community Solar Monday Feb 27 7pm Unitarian Universalist Church pic.twitter.com/YTSFJMhJth

EVENT: Kent Environmental Council- Come Learn about Community Solar Monday Feb 27 7pm Unitarian Universalist Church pic.twitter.com/YTSFJMhJth

EVENT: Kent Environmental Council- Come Learn about Community Solar Monday Feb 27 7pm Unitarian Universalist Church pic.twitter.com/iUyBwg7wZu

24 February 2017 at 19:35

EVENT: Kent Environmental Council- Come Learn about Community Solar Monday Feb 27 7pm Unitarian Universalist Church pic.twitter.com/iUyBwg7wZu

EVENT: Kent Environmental Council- Come Learn about Community Solar Monday Feb 27 7pm Unitarian Universalist Church pic.twitter.com/iUyBwg7wZu

Unitarian Universalist Church of Greater Lansing is hiring a part-time bookkeeper AND a building use coordinator.... http://fb.me/5EeuzUjfNΒ 

23 February 2017 at 18:57

Unitarian Universalist Church of Greater Lansing is hiring a part-time bookkeeper AND a building use coordinator.... http://fb.me/5EeuzUjfN 

Unitarian Universalist Church of Greater Lansing is hiring a part-time bookkeeper AND a building use coordinator.... http://fb.me/5EeuzUjfN 

Phoenix woman deported, activists arrested blocking ICE van

17 February 2017 at 21:20
Activists surround an ICE van transporting an undocumented immigrant

Elaine McArdle

Unitarian Universalist minister, six others jailed overnight for blocking vehicle.

Activists surround an ICE van transporting an undocumented immigrant

Elaine McArdle

Unitarian Universalist minister, six others jailed overnight for blocking vehicle.

Bowie, Prince, and Cohen: Saints of freedom

13 February 2017 at 19:15
Prince, Leonard Cohen and David Bowie illustrated as angels playing guitars.

Elaine McArdle

Bowie, Prince, and Cohen slashed through repression, urging us to be rapturously unshackled and alive.

Prince, Leonard Cohen and David Bowie illustrated as angels playing guitars.

Elaine McArdle

Bowie, Prince, and Cohen slashed through repression, urging us to be rapturously unshackled and alive.

Losing Medicaid or CHIP

7 February 2017 at 21:51
Low-income families with children who face health care challenges are in danger of losing Medicaid and/or their CHIP health care insurance. Please contact your Senator and ask him/her to vote against Tom Price for Secretary of Health and Human Services. For more information www.promisethechildrenuu.org/blog.   To quote from First Focus: “The Children’s Health Insurance Program (CHIP) was enacted by a bipartisan group of lawmakers…. to provide funding to states to reduce the numbers of uninsured children. CHIP focuses on low-income read more... The post Losing Medicaid or CHIP appeared first on Promise the Children. Low-income families with children who face health care challenges are in danger of losing Medicaid and/or their CHIP health care insurance. Please contact your Senator and ask him/her to vote against Tom Price for Secretary of Health and Human Services. For more information www.promisethechildrenuu.org/blog.   To quote from First Focus: “The Children’s Health Insurance Program (CHIP) was enacted by a bipartisan group of lawmakers…. to provide funding to states to reduce the numbers of uninsured children. CHIP focuses on low-income read more... The post Losing Medicaid or CHIP appeared first on Promise the Children.

Standing Rock-What to do Now!

7 February 2017 at 21:29
Reposting from the Indigenous Environmental Network: Join the Resistance! – Send Your Comments on DAPL EIS Write YOUR comment to the Army Corps of Engineers demanding a comprehensive environmental review of the Dakota Access Pipeline. Click: “Click to Open and Write Comments” to go to IEN page and follow instructions there. We have added 25 Reasons to Oppose […] Reposting from the Indigenous Environmental Network: Join the Resistance! – Send Your Comments on DAPL EIS Write YOUR comment to the Army Corps of Engineers demanding a comprehensive environmental review of the Dakota Access Pipeline. Click: “Click to Open and Write Comments” to go to IEN page and follow instructions there. We have added 25 Reasons to Oppose […]

A Climb of Mt. Aconcagua Emboldened Me in the Eleventh Hour

7 February 2017 at 20:57
By Lynn Hall The accomplishment of climbing one of the Seven Summits changed my entire psyche going into the publication of Caged Eyes. During the three weeks between summiting and book publication, my outlook has been very different. There have been a few harder days of panic and somatic upheaval, but overall I’m much more focused on my successes and the journey which brought me to this destination. I’m much more focused on my original intention of the book: dismantling cultures of shame and silence. By Lynn Hall The accomplishment of climbing one of the Seven Summits changed my entire psyche going into the publication of Caged Eyes. During the three weeks between summiting and book publication, my outlook has been very different. There have been a few harder days of panic and somatic upheaval, but overall I’m much more focused on my successes and the journey which brought me to this destination. I’m much more focused on my original intention of the book: dismantling cultures of shame and silence.

Trustees pledge $54,000 toward Black Lives of UU commitment

7 February 2017 at 20:55
UUA board meeting January 2017

Elaine McArdle

UUA Board of Trustees reaffirms $5.3 million commitment to BLUU, acknowledges concerns with process.

UUA board meeting January 2017

Elaine McArdle

UUA Board of Trustees reaffirms $5.3 million commitment to BLUU, acknowledges concerns with process.

Let's get started, together

30 January 2017 at 13:30
Doug Muder When our values are threatened, a congregation is an anchor against despair. Doug Muder When our values are threatened, a congregation is an anchor against despair.

Staying in Shape: integrity, wholeness, and relationships

17 November 2014 at 01:11
So Dana sent me an email about a month ago asking if I'd like to preach today. I was excited to get the invitation, but then I saw the theme for the year was relationships. I mean I know I'm a minister, but I'm still a guy—do I really have to talk about relationships? But obviously I said yes and so here we go.
Now the sub-theme for the month is integrity. Relationships and integrity. As I thought about the sermon, my thoughts turned to Italy and high school. I thought of Dante and his story of a journey through hell, purgatory and finally heaven. He constructed his epic poem, The Divine Comedy out of series of circles—hell has a series of levels reflecting different sins culminating in his meeting with Lucifer embedded in ice gnawing on the most damned of all. Purgatorio and Paradiso are likewise a series of circular structures. We'll get back to such orbits later.
Contemplating Dante's genius, brought me back to the Latin I studied in high school. Alan Santinon was my teacher—I was a reasonably good student, but was mostly known for my willingness to wear a toga for Rome Night. Anyway, the English word integrity come from the Latin integritas—to be intact or complete in itself, integer—a whole number. So the origin of the word integrity contains a sense of wholeness, of completeness.
But what do wemean when we say someone has integrity? Usually we're saying that someone is honest, has high moral standards, is trustworthy. “I did the right thing, I told the truth because I didn't want to compromise my integrity” I didn’t want to compromise my integrity--it's an interesting concept. “I did the right thing, because I didn't want to damage my wholeness.” To be dishonest is to somehow make ourselves less than complete. I do the right thing because to do otherwise makes me less than whole.
When I use the term whole or wholeness I'm thinking loosely of what the Greek philosophers held as the aim of all life and action, eudaimonia (you-da-monia), often translated as happiness but that is too narrow a definition—human well-being or flourishing is better--though it should be noted that Socrates, Plato, Aristotle and others held often divergent views of what this meant in practice. Still, I think we can generally conceive of what I mean—wholeness is my word for a life that allows one to live fully, with what is necessary physically, emotionally, intellectually, spiritually. In recent years the study of positive psychology has grown enormously—and is dedicated largely to this idea—how does one live a full and gratifying life. Almost all of my non-fiction reading these days is from the field of psychology. Study after study shows that material goods beyond a relatively modest point bring no increase in happiness, perfect health with no supportive relationships is of limited use, intellectual gifts without emotional health also falls short and so on. A good life is one of balance between the head, heart, body and soul. The good life may be hard to strictly define. I think it's rather like how supreme court justice Potter Stewart described obscenity—I know it when I see it.
I prefer to think of integrity in terms of wholeness rather than the usual connotation of morality. I prefer this sense of wholeness because it appeals not to the outward adherence to society's expectations, but rather to a deeper sense of justice and reality. Morals change as societies change. Slavery, sexuality, wars, women's rights, gay rights have all had society's negative or positive moral judgment over time. I'd like to think leaders within our tradition have often listened to a deeper voice than politics, tradition, or theological dogma. They understood and then prophetically proclaimed the singular theme that really underlies each of our purposes and principles. To deny anyone wholeness in terms of life, liberty, or love is to diminish us all. To deny anyone wholeness in terms of life, liberty, or love is to diminish us all. All human beings desire wholeness and that should be the aim of society—human well-being, flourishing, not wealth or power. And wholeness requires participation in society's decisions; it requires adequate food, water, and shelter; it requires healthcare; it requires the right to love who you love; to free speech and free spirituality, and it requires a clean, sustainable environment in which to live—that really covers most of our seven .
Most importantly perhaps, wholeness knows satiety (sah-tie-it-tee), knows when enough is enough. Emptiness, ironically, is what primarily propels us toward massive homes and cars—and the environmental and emotional impact of our unfortunate quest to possess external space when it really is an interior hole we seek to fill—when we lack true integrity, when we lack wholeness.
And let me be clear, I am not holding myself out as the model here. I struggle with this too—probably more than many of you—as Julia would attest, pointing to my ever-expanding collection of hiking gear. I know that fear drives much of the behavior that I find most unhealthy in myself. I know that I struggle to live a life of wholeness and to cultivate that in others. In fact, that may be as good a summary as I can articulate regarding the ministry I do---to try to inspire and create the conditions in which individuals and communities can live lives of wholeness.
Metaphors of wholeness and shape are widely used when we talk about integrity in a broader sense. Someone who is not right is said to be “twisted” or somehow missing pieces, “a few sandwiches short of a picnic” “not playing with a full deck.” When we're feeling upset we might say that we're “bent out of shape.”
And for something to be bent there must be some kind of force applied. What is it then that makes us less than whole, what compromises our integrity, and ultimately our relationships? I would say that there is a particular emotional, psychological, spiritual force that distorts us the most--a feeling that subverts almost everything else and distracts the nobler impulses of the soul out of sometimes quiet, sometimes screaming, desperation.
In the end, what we constantly struggle against is fear. Fear is what separates us from each other and, indeed, from ourselves. Fear is what bends us out of shape, robs us of completeness, the ultimate compromiser of our integrity. Fear of the other, fear of losing power, fear of not being enough, fear of being vulnerable, fear that the universe is against us. {Fear keeps us out of sorts, out of shape, out of time, out of place.} Think about any time you've lied or compromised your integrity. Fear, I'd wager, was at the center of that breach. Fear of punishment, fear of speaking out, fear of insufficiency--emotional as much as material. When we can move past fear, we step into a brave new world. Dante has to travel all the way through hell and then climb past the devil himself just to get to purgatory let alone paradise. Rejecting fear helps lead us to a place where make choices informed by our strengths and by reality. I am not saying that there are no risks or dangers in life to be afraid of. No, they are real and all too common—the question is what happens if fear is the primary driver of our choices. Fear was the blunt evolutionary instrument of our ancient animal ancestors who faced immediate physical risks and lacked the pre-frontal cortex that allows one to contextualize risk and make judgments—to move toward that which is difficult, that which we fear. As Rilke wrote, “we must trust in what is difficult.” And most of our daily fears are no longer inspired by the tiger in the dark, but by the judging gaze of our social group or the warping effects of a culture obsessed with money and youth.
Fear is the whisper in our hearts and heads that make us ask if we are thin enough, smart enough, rich enough, sexy or sexed enough, masculine enough, feminine enough, talented enough--- goodenough. Fear is what sabotages relationships as well as our own integrity. Fear sabotages our national integrity on topics like immigration, gay rights, healthcare, military spending, privacy, and certainly guns. Fear will make us give up on anything or anyone.
Fear of lack is what drives greed, fear that others might have more or better drives economic injustice and our insatiable consumerism, fear that others will snatch up what I need or keep me from living my own life of wholeness drives war and conflict the world over. Fear is far more contagious than any physical disease.
The snake in the garden was not evil, it was fear. Fear is what drives us to create mythologies that ultimately create more fear.
We lose our wholeness when we allow fear to guide our choices. The emotion of fear isn't the issue—everyone feels fear. It only compromises our integrity when we allow it to move us. And unfortunately one of the directions it tends to move us is away from healthy relationships. I'm trying very hard these days to pause when I feel stressed, angry, indignant, or embarrassed and ask what feeling is at the center of the experience—and it is almost always fear if I dig deep enough.
A lack of wholeness is part of what ruins relationships. At some deep level we know we must have good boundaries, be individuals, be whole in and of ourselves. When one or both partners or the overall family system doesn’t allow for this development of individual wholeness—the system weakens, the individuals struggle and lash out, and relationships are broken—all integrity eventually lost.
But it doesn't have to be this dramatic—indeed it often isn't. Fear isn't just a ravening monster that devours all in its path, fear is also the thousand and one ducks that slowly peck us to death.
A friend recently reposted a list of tidbits he'd seen about good relationships. There's a million of these and I tend to ignore them, but my friend is a smart guy and a Jungian psychologist so I figured I'd take a look. Many were common suggestions, but one stood out. “Relationships are not a cure for loneliness.”
How many folks have seen the movie Jerry Maguire? Fair number. Tom Cruise's character famously walks in during the last scenes, looks at Renee Zellweger soulfully and says, “You....”? Right, “You complete me.” Sweet sentiment, but what does that say for his integrity, his own wholeness? I don't want to make too much out of a generally enjoyable movie—but I think about the failed relationships of my own past and about some of the couples I've worked with as they prepared for marriage. The strongest relationships are not the ones in which each completes the other—the best relationships are ones where each protects and nourishes the growth of the other, the wholeness of the other—stands guardian over the solitude of the other, as poet Rilke noted—to help the other find their integrity.
I know some of this first hand. I grew up in a family that had few boundaries, didn't understand healthy relationships, and focused way too much on acquisition and intellectual accomplishment. It has taken me years of therapy and self-work even to understand the tremendous gaps that I still struggle with. And, of course, we all too often seek out communities that simply match up with our own gaps, our own neuroses. I remember confiding in a professor when I was at Boston University working on my PhD. Nervously I told him that I was leaving academia for ministry. He told me, in surprisingly strong words, that I would neverbe happy anywhere else. He insisted that I was an academic at heart. At the time I was terrified that he was right. He wasn't. Truth is, I was quite unhappy in academia for many reasons and it was the move to ministry that allowed me to actually turn toward wholeness. But it was hard and frightening to abandon the doctoral studies I had spend most of a decade on. Wholeness takes courage.
Although we've mostly visited this from a Western perspective, this sense of integrity lies at the root of various philosophical and spiritual systems. The Chinese classic, the Tao Te Ching can be translated as the Way of Integrity. Te, while difficult to translate, may also be interpreted as power or virtue. Integrity serves well though and points to a central element of philosophical Taoism—the concept of power through flexibility and adaptability. The 22nd chapter speaks of this:


Chapter 22
If you want to become whole, first let yourself become broken.
If you want to become straight, first let yourself become bent.
If you want to become full, first let yourself become empty.
Those whose desires are few gets them, those whose desires are great go astray.

For this reason the Master embraces the Tao, as an example for the world to follow.
Because she isn’t self centered, people can see the light in her.
Because he does not boast of himself, he becomes a shining example.
When the ancient Masters said,
If you want to become whole, then first let yourself be broken,”
they weren’t using empty words.
All who do this will be made complete.
-Lao Tzu
Again the concept of wholeness in relation to integrity—“all who do this will be made complete.”
This might seem like a contradiction. On one hand I'm saying not to yield to fear and yet here I am elevating a text that tells us “if you want to become whole, first let yourself be broken.” But being broken is not the same as lacking integrity—and the Chinese philosophers understood this. We only lose integrity in brokenness when we refuse to see it or admit it.
A lack of integrity, a lack of wholeness is notoriously hard to escape. It reminds me of the old Sufi story about a servant who runs into the angel of death in the Baghdad market. Death gestures toward the man who runs away terrified. The servant goes to his master and begs for a horse. He rides, fast as he can, to get far away from Baghdad and the menacing angel. He rides all day and all night to the distant city of Samarra—once there he feels safe. The merchant, curious as to what transpired, goes to the market, finds the angel, and questions him. The angel of death apologizes saying, “I didn't mean to scare the poor fellow, I was just so surprised to run into him here in Baghdad since I have an appointment with him tomorrow morning in Samarra.”
Our culture provides us a million ways to distract ourselves from the challenging work of wholeness and justice. We have created entire industries, cities even aimed at filling that void. And we too often pathologize and then medicate the anxiety and depression that comes from this lack of wholeness and the compromised relationships it leads to. Look at what people will do to their bodies with chemicals and surgeries to try to defy the reality of time. Look at what people will believe in an effort to fill the void. But no botox or facelift, no black and white theology or bank account will give you a sense of completeness. We preserve our wholeness when we are honest about where we are broken—and in this honesty, in this humility, we connect with our power and our ability to change.
One nuance of meaning that gets lost in translating Te as Virtue, Power or even Integrity is the animistic quality—the sense of the word that speaks to the inherent spirit or power that imbues the natural world. The mountains, the oceans, the forests, deserts, and rivers—and certainly the animals—all have their own integrity, their own innate state of wholeness. When our own integrity is compromised, when we are not able to be whole, to contain ourselves, we spill out into the natural world disrupting the integrity found there. How else can we understand the deforestation, the pollution of the oceans, the extinction of life except in terms of some serious breach of human integrity—some lack within us that drives us to disrupt the natural world and, as a species, largely ignore the integrity of the earth?
We live in concentric circles, like Dante's imaginings. Circles of relationship: the inmost, our relationship with ourselves, the next circle our family, and so on progressively outward to community, country, planet. I don't have to go all the way back to a poet now dead 693 years to find images of circles, but it's not just the geometry—it's the fact that the inhabitants of Dante's realms are where they are because of the choices they made in life. Those suffering in hell were those who had in some way or another what Dante considered dis-ordered appetites—they turned away from wholeness and followed a narrower, backward, usually fearful path. How often do we engage in behaviors that wind up nibbling away at the edge of ourselves? How often do we turn away from the path we know to be right? How often do we inhabit hells of our own creation?
I have borne witness to many forms of suffering over my years as a chaplain, but without doubt, the people whose suffering feels most intense and most resistant to palliation are those who are suffering in emotional and spiritual pain of their own devising.
Wholeness requires space to assume one's full shape. This is the process of becoming an adult—learning the shape of one's whole being and then striving to live into that form. In relationships then, we ought to listen deeply, to watch closely to see the healthy shape those closest to us are seeking to fulfill—and then support them in that growth. I see already some of the outlines of my son Ben's growth—and I see myself struggling at times to allow that shape to expand beyond the bounds that I've grown comfortable with—to let go of the baby, let go of the toddler and create room for the boy who is already, inevitably moving toward individuation and adulthood. What I seek as a parent perhaps more than any other thing, even more than sleeping in, is to be brave enough, to have enough integrity in myself to allow the same in my child.
So as we leave this place, the question before each of us is how are we going to live with more integrity? How are we as individuals, as a society, as a spiritual community going to live in ways that fosters wholeness for ourselves and those around us. How are we going to strive for this in all our relationships? How are we going to live our lives and our relationships with wholeness, with integrity.
In Dante's vision of heaven, his final moments have him circling the divine presence moved not by money, power, or fear, but as Aristotle suggested, the “L'amor che (kay) move il sole e l'altre stelle.”“The Love, that moves the sun and the other stars.” Love, not fear, is what will move us toward wholeness in relationships, in all things. Move us toward the good life and toward integrity.

Blessed be, namaste, and amen.
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