Friday, October 29, 2010
Coffeehouse Tonight!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Fall nature shots
A Classic Tale
Little Red Riding Hood in a chair
went into the forest without a care
when who did she see but Goldibear
with her coveralls and golden hair.
And Grandma was there too,
in her pink bonnet, thinking of stew!
Grandma, her cane she bore,
stalking game she meant to score.
Grandma's stomach did growl
for there was no meat nor any fowl.
Sly Grandma, had a plan, she did,
Into the pot and down with the lid!
What a fright for Little Red Riding Hood
who knew Goldibear was gentle and good
and so schemed and hatched a plan
to fool Grandma with a can of spam.
"Grandma, let me take this pig home to simmer.
Come tomorrow and we'll have a fine dinner!"
Little Red Riding Hood made a fine feast
and Grandma suspected not in the least.
Meanwhile, Goldibear played in the wood
glad her friend was gentle and good!
To this day Grandma says that was the best pig ever
And Little Red Riding Hood smiles, thinking how clever!
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Beautiful and sad
Statistics aside, there is still a culture that maintains there are instances when it is okay for a man to hit a woman and brutalize his children. (Female-to-male abuse does happen but is the exception.) There is a culture of male dominance and entitlement around here that makes it acceptable and patriarchal religions don't treat it as a crime against humanity or God.
I grew up here and was indoctrinated with male supremacy by my family, community, and church. It has been with me forever, woven into my world and consciousness as air and rain, as the pungent odor of stagnant water. It was not questioned. The code was transmitted in so many subtle and powerful ways. It took a long time and a lot of spiritual growth for me to recognize my own bigotry, to begin to thaw and emerge from my own attitudes about male supremacy/inherent female inferiority. Women advancing the patriarchy is not often talked about but is a real factor. The sad truth is that many, many more women never surface and live this "truth" their whole lives, pass it on to their children, help keep the boot on their own and all women's necks.
I don't feel that underlying current of male dominance, myself and all my sisters viewed as second class citizens, at the UU church. It is one of many things I cherish about our faith. It is a haven, a bubble of civility, in a region consumed by fear and all it's ugly faces. I'm not sure that those who didn't grow up under the cloud of patriarchal doctrine can truly appreciate the sanctuary that UUCS is. But many of you like me know at a soul level how sweet it is to live free of the stench of patriarchal dogma that binds the feminine spirit in grotesque ways.
I am very proud of our little church for giving this issue the attention it deserves in such a soulful, respectful way. I was laid open nearly from the first note. Sometimes music is the only vessel suited to convey certain soul truths and today it took me to the river of compassion and showed me how to sit there and be present with the awfulness that is domestic violence. Thank you Keith Plumley, Joyce Harrison, Bonnie-Lee Mizzell, Maurice Burgess, Don Rollins, and choir for your gifts to us today!