I gotta be more careful

I come by it honestly, I am impulsive and prone to falls just like my Mom.  We both move quickly, and often are in conversation or have our head in the clouds.  We don't see the pot holes and we step in them.

The Friday before I left for Star, I tripped on the hammock stand.  My left foot stayed put and the entire force of my body went down on the right knee.  I have bad knees and until my surgery a few years ago, my right knee would occasionally give out.  The arthroscopic surgery fixed it, and honestly, I think my yoga practice has kept my knees and back healthy.  This was not the same kind of fall.

My family thought this was a knee give-out fall, since they have lived with me for over 20 years.  I ordered them around, asking for ice, refusing help to get up etc.  Following the advice of everyone, I iced it and kept it elevated for much of the first 24 hours at Star.  I also wore a "sock" on my knee for compression.  At Star there was a friend who is a PT, who gave me great advice on how to treat the knee.

Unfortunately, on Wednesday, I re injured it, tripping up the front stairs of the hotel at Star.  I was carrying too many things, and was not holding the railing.  I currently have a really colorful bruise from the around my knee cap down the front of my leg.

What have a I learned from this injury:  1)  Use the railings (my women's group today helped remind me of that one.  2)  Slow down.  Since the injury I have actually been approached stairs differently and rather than running of them, I have been walking on my heels up them  3)  To be safe I am going to get some assisted devices.  I ordered hiking sticks for my Mom and myself and I am going to try to start using them. 

Funny story, I have a cane and tried using that yesterday around the house to experience what the walking sticks will be like.  I left it lying around and tripped over it.  This is going to be a journey to learn to slow down and walk more deliberately.

This is not the first post I have made about accidents, and probably won't be the last.  Oh well......

My Summer Service at First Parish today - July 15, 2012

Below is the text of my summer service given at First Parish Lexington on July 15, 2012.  My altar looked like this:

Opening words

I knew this would happen that I would change my sermon slightly or hugely on Star.  I signed up for this summer sermon slot for this very reason.  We just spent a wonderful week on our beloved Star Island, where I first discovered that I have spirituality and where I have returned for the last 18 summers, to renew myself, to dive deeper into my spirituality and to spend time contemplating what is important in my life, our lives.  Please join me today on this journey during our time together.

Sally holds up picture that Joni Lipton gave them and Reads:

If once you have slept on an island

You'll never be quite the same

You may look as you looked the

Day before & go by the same old name

You may bustle about the street or shop

You may sit at home and ponder

But you'll see blue water & wheeling gulls

Wherever you may wander

You may chat with your neighbors of this and that

And close to your fire keep

But you'll hear ship whistle & lighthouse bell

And tides beat through your sleep

Oh you won't know why & can't say how

Such change upon you came

But once you have slept

On an island

You will never be

Quite the same.

Rodney Reads:

What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.

Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.

That was many years ago.

Since then I have gone out from my confinements,

through with difficulty.

I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.

I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.

They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment

somehow or another).

And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.

I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.

I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,

I have become younger.

And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?

Love yourself.  Then forget it.  Then, love the world.

~ Mary Oliver ~

Grey Hymnal 298

Wake now my senses

Wake now my senses and hear the earth call

feel the deep power of being in all

Keep with the web of creation your vow

giving, receiving as love shows us how

Wake now my reason reach out to the new

join with each pilgrim who quests for the true

Honor the beauty and wisdom of time

suffer thy limit and praise the sublime

Wake now compassion, give heed to the cry

voices of suffering fill the wide sky

Take as your neighbor both stranger and friend

praying and striving their hardship to end

Wake now my conscience with justice thy guide

join with all people whose rights are denied

Take not for granted a privileged place

God's love embraces the whole human race

Start of Homily

When I was asked by Peter to do a summer service I immediately replied yes, and when he asked me to pick one of the themes from this year I jumped on stewardship.  You might not know but our chalice circles here at First Parish follow the monthly sermon topics and I found that as an individual I grew the most during our chalice circle's stewardship session.  That is why I chose to tackle it.  Before I tell you my thoughts I would be interested in how you would complete this sentence in 10 words or less, Stewardship is ...

I had drafted my homily 2 weeks ago, however, an incident which happened 10 days ago caused my sermon to take a 90 degree turn.  My personality type is one which allows me to connect disparate thoughts and make a casserole out of these disparate thoughts, and a pretty good casserole.  What it means for this morning is that I will loosely connect this experience of 10 days ago with the title of stewardship.  Hang with me, this will be a circuitous journey and we will get to the end and you might understand a bit about how I view stewardship.

A brief bit of history, while at General Assembly this year, I attended the vigil at Sheriff Joe Arpaio's tent city which is a tent city, a detention center for undocumented immigrants in Maricopa County in Phoenix, Arizona.  Me and 3000 other yellow-shirted Unitarian Universalists stood on the side of love, witnessed with the immigrant rights partners and became allies. For those of you who do not know about Joe Arpaio, google him, ARPAIO.   He prides himself on being the toughest sheriff in the US.  Conditions for the undocumented immigrants in his tent city are inhumane at best.  120 degrees in the middle of the desert, in a tent because the cells are full, 2 meals a day, no free access to water, pink underwear and socks, (so they don't sell them on the outside).  The most distressing testimonial I heard at one of our plenary sessions, was from a woman who had been detained in the tent city, and was handcuffed to the bed as she gave birth to her child.  She was talking to us while holding that child.  The vigil was very moving! You can read more details about it in my blog, sally-alwaysaskingwhy.blogspot.com which is listed at the bottom of your order of service.

Last Friday, Friday the 6th of July, before I left for Star Island I went to Waltham to tutor my learner who is a 40 year old woman from Guatemala with a husband and 2 children.  I tutor her through an agency in Waltham called WATCH, which provides education and support for immigrant families in Waltham.  A handful of First Parishioners tutor at WATCH.  I am referring to her as a learner and not using her name to protect her. 

She had been distant for a few weeks and did not want to meet.   She finally agreed to meet.  I asked "How are you?"  and with tears in her eyes she said "ICE agents took my brother 3 weeks ago.".  ICE stands for immigration and customs enforcement.  Needless to say whatever we were going to do for that hour was pushed aside.  She told me his story, her brother has been here for 27 years, married to a Canadian citizen who is in the process of applying for her green card.  He has a 21 year old, an 18 year old and an 8 year old.  The 21 year old is an American citizen, and applied to sponsor his father, my learner's brother, for citizenship.  The cynic in me says this is how they got his address, from the application.  He was taken at 6am in front of his 8 year old and is in Plymouth Massachusetts in a prison right now. 

She also told me about 4 others in their community who have been taken in the last month.  They were all arrested for doubtful offenses like scratching a car that was across a parking lot from where he was making a phone call on his cell phone.  Another one was arrested for trespassing by standing in the parking lot of a neighboring business.  Behavior like Joe Arpaio's is happening in our back yard, one town away.  Somehow when it is happening in Phoenix, even though I went to the vigil, it seemed unreal, or surreal.  However, when it is happening 2 blocks from the Waltham Library, which is where she and I meet every week, it brought it home to me, literally.  In the past year she has become my friend and I get mad when friends get treated unfairly and live in fear.  She is afraid that she and her husband will be taken in front of their 11 year old son and 7 year old daughter and they have lived in the US for 19 years.  She did not know whether to tell me since she is so fearful and doesn't know who to trust.  We gained trust with each other.  I encouraged her to ask for help at WATCH, and told her I would ask around to see if there are resources available for her and other undocumented immigrants.

If you know me at all you know that I have passion, and I get angry when things are not right or fair.  What we have here is a broken immigration policy and ICE agents who are implementing it.  Someone on Star kept reminding me that this is an election year.  That does not make this right.  My Facebook post read last Friday: "Someone will be sorry they poked this sleeping lioness!". What my learner said during our hour together is "we are not criminals, we are hardworking people.  This is not freedom I heard about before I came here.". What I said is "yes, you are a hard worker.  You, meaning her community, you mow our lawns, clean our houses and take care of elderly in our nursing homes."  BTW, Jobs that many Americans would not/do not do.

The title of my blog post right after I left her was "don't know whether I am more SAD or MAD right now." 

So how does this tie into stewardship.  For me stewardship is being a steward with my money, time and energy.  It means pushing forward on an issue that I feel passionate about.  It means pouring my money and time into someone or something that needs my money and time.

My husband Rodney and I in the last few years have narrowed the number of organizations to which we donate large amounts of money.  We give small amounts to our alma maters, we always give at GA to the local organization, we give a 20 bill when the congregation gives the plate away once a month.  Our two large donation receivers are First Parish and Star Island.  Unfortunately these are both institutions which spend large amounts of capital to keep their old wooden buildings open and safe.  Why do we give to these two? The short answer is that they are in line with our values, and they feed us spiritually, and they are our intentional community.

It has taken almost 20 years of attendance at both First Parish Lexington and Star Island for us to narrow our donations down to these two, and for me to figure out in my gut why.  Some of it has to do with aging and realizing my mortality.  Some of it is that I want these institutions to be around for my grandchildren and my community.  The biggest part is community though.  Where do I turn when I have a joy or sorrow?  Where do people know me well and I know them well, and we really care about each other?  What do I want to be around in 100 years, and who needs my support and stewardship?  We have to have a community like this to feed each other so we can go stand at a vigil, or visit immigrants in prison or work tirelessly to change legislation and therefore erase implementation of broken policies.

Financial stewardship is one part, but helping hands and loving hearts and minds is another.  I don't know about you but some days, the number of people who need my financial support and helping hands is overwhelming.  Especially going to General Assembly, where there are so many people doing so many good things, I want to try to do it all.  But, I know focus is essential.

For First Parish, I have been pretty involved since the day I stepped across the threshold.  Why? Because the organization needs volunteers, and I want to be involved.  We are healthy pledgers and we give our hands and hearts to this loving community, we participate in the stewardship of the congregation.

Star Island also needs my help.  I am in my fourth year of service on the Star Island Board.  I bring skills which the Board needs.  It is a heavy fiduciary responsibility to serve on this board.  In the recession it is touch and go whether we can fill the beds, keep the wooden structure up to code and pay the bills.  Kind of like here except here we fill the pews instead of beds.  We recently gave a healthy donation to a capital campaign and every year donates to the Star island annual program fund.

Where do the tent city vigil, Joe Arpaio and my learner fit in?  I am prepared to work for immigrant rights, to stand on the side of love with migrants and their families.  My stewardship will include making the United States a fairer place for immigrants.  Within an hour of leaving her that Friday I called up two people who might know immigration lawyers I could talk to about this, and one who I could send my learner to.  Cindy sent me a link to UU Mass Action for follow up opportunities from GA.  At GA upon hearing the woman speak who had her child in prison, we gave $1000 on the spot to a partner organization who is helping undocumented immigrants with their rights.

I won't probably add a third organization to First Parish Lexington and Star but I might if I think it would help.  I just might become a steward of another needy important organization and one I have passion for.  I just might because as someone at Star said, about his donation to the Star Island annual program fund, you have to give until it hurts.  May it be so.

Our prayer this morning will be sung, and will be slower than we usually sing it, and will be sung through twice

Spirit of Life - Prayer

Spirit of life come unto me

Sing in my heart all the stirrings of compassion

Blow in the wind rise in the sea

Move in the hand giving life the of justice

Roots hold me close wings set me free

Spirit of life come to me come to me

Participation - Bethany Lowe in ten words or less how do you steward First Parish?

1020 Teal “Singing the Journey”  Woyaya

Benediction

Two hours after I left my learner I texted her (((hugs))).  Within two minutes she texted back, "thank you my best friend".  I burst our crying with sadness and anger.  Sometimes to be a steward in a community it is as simple as texting hugs.  As you leave the service think about who you might send hugs to today.  I ask you to think about your stewardship and how it has evolved.  The world needs our hands and hearts in addition to our money.

Don't know whether I am more SAD or MAD right now

I have been tutoring a woman for the last year. We meet once a week, at the Waltham Library and we have been learning about GED stuff recently.

A few weeks ago, she was very reticent, and did not want to meet but finally today we met. Her brother was taken by ICE three weeks ago, at 6:30 am in the morning in front of his 8 year old daughter. She and her husband fear for themselves as do her entire community. 4 others have been taken in the last few weeks, for stupid reasons. One was talking outside on his mobile, and the agents said he scratched a car that was parked close to him. Bullshit. They are inventing reasons to arrest people and then asking for their paperwork. I would not be asked! Something she said brought me to tears, "We are not criminals, we are hard workers." I said back, "Yes, you clean our houses, mow our lawns and take care of our elderly in nursing homes."

I was at GA in Phoenix, and we attended the vigil at the tent city there. Somehow, when this is happening in our backyard, literally, it makes it that much more personal.

I am so sad, and so angry that our government has such a broken immigration policy and that these inhumane practices are being allowed to continue.

So, I am about to leave for a wonderful week on Star Island, and that will leave me lots of opportunity to get even more reeved up about this issue. All I can say is when you attack my friends, ones who I have grown to love over the last year, you have poked the sleeping lioness, and you will be sorry.

We have a broken immigration policy and officials are doing their job to implement it, but they are breaking up families and leave a population in fear every day. Ones who have lived here for 27 years, or 19 years. Ones who have worked hard for the immigrant's dream of freedom.

This is not my United States of America.

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Sweets, what is up?

I am not really tempted by sweets. I choose a bag of chips over a piece of cheesecake.

Something has gone awry in the last 24 hours however, and I think it has to do with the power of suggestion. I have been surfing the recipe sites to find a good pie recipe for the fourth of July. I don't usually make a pie on the fourth. If I went unchecked based on the number I have saved I would be making 6-7. The only limiting factor is the number of pie pans at Coniston.

I also just returned from Allenholm Farm in South Hero having devoured by first maple Cremee of the year. There is a contest in the part of VT for who has the best one, and in my mind it s Allenhom, but maybe that is because they are 2 miles away.

After my "lunch" the sugar high has hit, my body feels like it is racing,etc. the buttermilk pie I am making later today will be shared with friends and family and maybe making a berry pie is a new part of the fourth for me. Red raspberries, blue blue berries and white heavy whipping cream. Yum!

I am NOT craving cheesecake so I am not too worried just yet.


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HP Tech Support AHA moment

The saga of our HP tower continues.....

We bought our HP computer in Nov of 2010 from Costco. In less than two years, we have had 2 new mother boards sent and installed at home. This was after I fought back shipping it for 14 days back to HP both times.

Yesterday on the phone the second tech support person I talked to acknowledged that the original mother board and 2 replacements were faulty. In fact the one from February that was sent and installed, was right before they starting using the good ones, he said. I am cautiously optimistic about this success and will try to suspend judgement when I get the machine back.

So they get an F for having faulty motherboards around, and a B+ for the second tech yesterday being honest with me.

I seized the opportunity to give him feedback about my two call to HP yesterday. The first one was obviously an Indian based agent. He used a script, asked me how I was, thanked me for asking back how he was etc. I am patient with non English speaking techs, having worked for companies who use them. I had to spell everything, multiples times, but I was being patient. Honest, I was being as patient as I could be given my level of frustration!

The agent dropped off the line and I called back and got an English speaking tech in Indiana. The call lasted 1/4 of the time, I did not have to spell anything and we corrected the mailing address for the shipment of the machine, which was the purpose of the call. If I had not called back, it would have been shipped to the wrong place. I would really have been pissed then.

I told the agent about my experience, he thanked me, and said I could give feedback on the website. They get an F for that since I cannot find out where to give feedback.

Good customer service matters. I will NEVER buy another HP, because they had faulty mother boards out there for two years, were not proactive about it, and I have been on calls for hours wasting precious retirement time while this problem was getting resolved.

Rant over........

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