Seeing With A New Mind...

Richard Rohr (LOVE him!) wrote that conservatives have old minds and old ideas; liberals have new minds and old ideas; and contemplatives have new minds and new ideas...I am trying to move from liberal to contemplative.  Recently, I found that looking at family in a contemplative way is exciting and liberating.  I have been thinking about this for quite a while, but it wasn't until this month of November when I was inspired to write about a definition of family (with a new mind of course).  What occasioned this?  My middle grandson, Jack, celebrated his 14th birthday this month and a week later, he celebrated his Confirmation in the Catholic Church.  Our family gathered for both celebrations....enjoying Jack's special moments and each other.

When I was a young girl, a child of the 50's, family was defined by TV sitcoms:  "Father Knows Best", "Ozzie and Harriet", etc.  The family here was mom, dad and children.  Period.  A happy unit with some small disagreements which were settled miraculously in thirty minutes and then all was well.  As a young wife these pictures formed my illusion of family, although disagreements were rarely settled in thirty minutes and family now included various in laws.  I became a single mom in the 80's.  Family was my son, my daughter and myself.  Period.  I just couldn't see that my ex (and his new wife) fit into that picture at all.

Fast forward to this month and I am a grandmother with three fabulous grandchildren.  I watch as we all celebrate occasions:  birthdays, sacraments, holidays, etc.  My now contemplative mind sees family as my daughter and her three children, my son and his long-standing girl friend,  my children's father and his wife, and of course, my brother, my sister-in-law, my nephews, and so on.

The point here is that family is a group tied together in some way who celebrate good times and stand by you in those times when you can't stand by yourself.  Interestingly, that tie is usually a child or children....Jesus told us that we need to become like little children....to accept as they accept...to see as they see...to love as they love.  Now, that's what family is to me.  How has your perception of family changed over the years?

Take that Leap...

I'm remodeling my kitchen...well, not me exactly, but I have a wonderful contractor.  The "me" part is responsible for making all of the design decisions and it's killing me!  So many choices out there.  After many weeks of looking at flooring, I finally went back to where I started and, lo and behold, I found a fabulous floor and....it was on sale...can't beat that.  Now off for cabinets.  With my trusty four foot sample, I went everywhere...I just got dizzy.  My contractor suggested a new place that he thought was good.  Lugging my piece of floor and dragging a good friend with me for moral support, I entered the store. Turned a corner. And there they were....my heart stood still.  Black wood cabinets.   They jumped out at me...spoke to me...I knew they were the ones.  But.....never would I have thought about black wood cabinets.  My friend and I discussed it.  We both agreed I had to take that leap....

Now here's the point of my wanderings...I was never the one to take the leap in my life.  I followed the path of least resistance.  After my divorce, with two children to raise and support, I kept to the path even more.  I would never dream of a leap.

But, when I think about my life, I have lept many times.  Getting married and having children is definitely a leap.  Getting divorced and being a single mom is a leap.  Leaving what I knew as a teacher and moving to the unknown of being a principal was a huge leap.  Leaving Catholic Schools and going to a Jewish Orthodox Day School was a leap and then moving to a public school district drove me off my path even more.

Now, in retirement, I realize that life in itself is a leap.  Every day presents opportunities.  I can let them pass me by or take advantage of them.  I've become an adjunct and teach all kinds of education courses.  I've increased my exercise.  I've taken an interest in eating healthy foods and learning to prepare them.  I've even started dating again.  And I'm remodeling my kitchen!

All of these are leaps of faith for me.  I've learned more about myself from each one.  And one thing I firmly believe is that, without these leaps, my life would be very bland.  Life opportunities color my world and I am determined to enjoy every one that comes my way.

What leaps have you made?  How frightened were you?  What did you learn?  

The Church...love it or leave it.

Ah...the Catholic Church!  Some say love it or leave it.  Others just let it wash right over them.  Still others, like me, wonder why the church we were raised in is so blatantly women-phobic.

I am a "cradle" Catholic...born and raised in the faith of my mother.  Catholic school through college.  Mass every weekend.  All the sacraments.  Raised my own children in the faith...and so on.

But, I have to tell ya, I am one frustrated church-goer.  I still do attend mass, but am continually dismayed by the "new" language that was instituted a year ago.  The theory was that church leaders wanted liturgical prayers to be translated directly from the Latin...the language of the oppressors of Christ and the Apostles.   Why?  Who knows! 

Rather than work on inclusive language to draw us all closer, the men in Rome decided to push us further away.  Why?  Who knows?

Our new pope, Francis, says that women are important and should have leadership in the church; however, they cannot be priests...that's already been discussed...door closed.  The investigations of religious communities go on because, well...they were started and they continue....I guess even the pope is powerless to stop Vatican machinery.  In other words....he won't touch these issues.  Why?  Who knows?

So here's my idea:  all women who work for/attend church should go on "strike" for one month.  No church or church activities at all.  We could spend the time praying for all of those men who now have to wash their own clothes and make their own dinner and clean their own bathrooms!  Seriously, though...maybe it would draw attention to the fact that the half of the population that is patently left out of church language and decisions, are the half that does the work to keep the church going.  I think it would be very interesting!

Watch Your Language!

What's in a word?  Words can convey many things.  Well written words tell us a story, let others know what we think, give support and joy. 

The words of prayers help us to focus on God and our relationship with Her.  You just went back and read that word "Her" didn't you?  Some just laugh...another crazy female!   But, go back and think about it.  Why do we always talk about God as "Him"?

Why do we continually use "mankind" when, in fact, we are referring to women and men?  Why do women stand by and accept this?

Why do we continue to teach the use of the "universal" term, man, when we mean everyone?

I have no answers, but I continue to wonder at this misuse of words.   The church continues to waste time and money on revamping the language of liturgies so that it translates directly from the Latin (the language of the oppressors of Jesus and Christians by the way).   Why?

So here's what I am doing....in my own small world.   I refuse to use the masculine when I mean the feminine.  I do not use an universal term to denote female and male.  If I mean men and woman, I say that or use terms like people, human, etc.  During liturgies, I also use inclusive terms and use "God" instead of "Father".  I continue to remind my college students that, as teachers, they need to be sensitive to this issue.

It's not much, I know.  But maybe my small actions will inspire others.   Let everyone know they are important...try it!

Teachers and Students....It's About Relationships

Teachers have been on my mind lately.  Probably because education was my career for 35 years and I now teach aspiring teachers.  But tonight, as I watched "Teach", on television I thought about education today.  We always say that education has changed dramatically.  Yes, that's true in a way.  Certainly technology has added a new dimension to classrooms.  Today we focus on teaching our students to solve problems and work cooperatively.  Yesterday, we sat up straight, hands folded in neat rows while sister talked at us.  We filled out mimeo sheets and did math on loose leaf.  But, really, education is more than that.  It's about knowing our students... forming bonds with the class and creating a community that supports each other so that learning can take place in a safe atmosphere.  I think that teachers have always known that, and the good ones have always practiced it.  So, state governments can talk about the importance of passing "the test"and districts can make decisions based on which teachers had classes that did the best on those tests...but in the long run....my money is on those relationships.  After all, it is about the kids and when we teach them that they are loved and supported and that they can succeed, we create a learning environment that will help them learn and help them to apply that learning so that they are successful not only on tests, but in life.