Our Mother, who art all around us,
blessed be thy children
Thy blessings won, thy work is done
on earth and in the heavensGive us this day, the strength and trust
to confront our fears
As we challenge those who would use our fear against usGuide us in this struggle
with love and peace
to create a new world
of justice, joy,
and harmonyFor thine is the beauty
and the love of creation
In the circle forever,Blessed be.
–Jennifer Webster
Category Archives: Social Science
Literacy Links
When did you discover your love of reading? I was “a natural” in that reading was a second reality — easy to slip into. I read a lot as a teenager, but my serious reading began in earnest around age 20. Serious as in quantity as well as attitude.
As an advocate of literacy, I try to provide resources to help people seeking information. In the extended entry are the links for the U.S. literacy sites.
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The Myth of Writer’s Depression
Speaking from experience (several bouts of clinical depression), I can guarantee that depression beyond the very mildest level (which makes you just miserable enough to stay home and finish the book rather than go out and have fun) destroys creativity–and that treating depression enhances it. Why? Well, depression doesn’t just make you miserable. When you’re depressed, you have no energy–and writing books takes hard work, which takes energy. When you’re depressed, you find it hard to start new things (like books, chapters, the day’s work), and hard to make decisions (like which book, or which character, or even which way Albert will turn when he leaves the throne room…) When you’re depressed, everything seems futile–you are sure the book will be lousy even if you do write it. When you’re depressed, you have less courage, less resilience, less ability to handle ordinary stressors. So…you can’t summon the energy or the courage to write…every little comment throws you back into your misery…and the next thing you know you’re in the midst of a full-fledged writer’s block.
–Elizabeth Moon, “The Writer and Depression” and author of notable science fiction/fantasy books
Even More Than Things
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
–Audrey Hepburn
On Loss and Rediscovery
I lived intensely with the absence of his phenomenal existence for some time until I found his presence in a new way.
–Jean Klein
A Toast to Life
In whatever country or culture we find ourselves, having a drink together is a sign of friendship, intimacy, and peace. Being thirsty is often not the main reason to drink. We drink to “break the ice,” to enter into a conversation, to show good intention, to express friendship and goodwill, to set the stage for a romantic moment, to be open, vulnerable, accessible. It is no surprise that people who are angry at us, or who come to accuse us or harass us, won’t accept a drink from us. They would rather say: “I will come straight to the point of my being here.” Refusing a drink is avoiding intimacy.
It seems that most of our drinking takes place in a context in which we feel, at least for the moment, at home with ourselves and safe with others. Drinking a cup of coffee to interrupt work for a moment, stopping for tea in the afternoon, having a “quick drink” before dinner, taking a glass of wine before going to bed — all these are moments to say to ourselves or others, “It is good to be alive in the midst of all that is going on, and I want to be reminded of that.”
–Henri Nouwen, Can You Drink the Cup?
My morning ritual of making coffee is more than a caffeine kick in the butt. On days I don’t do it, I feel as though I’ve left something important out. It is the act of taking time that sets the tone for the day. In the afternoon I try to make time for tea — again, the pause and the ritual allow for reflecting, for shifting attention to the moment. One of my favorite ways to spend time with a friend is to meet for coffee. When I was a caseworker seeing clients at their homes, I always accepted an offer of refreshment. Sometimes it was a glass of water, soda, juice, or coffee. Once it was alcohol, but I demurred and requested water instead. As service providers we were “not supposed” to accept anything from clients, to avoid potential abuse and accusation of it, but in regard to this matter, intuition always prompted me to partake. Rejecting the offer seemed outright rude as well as detrimental to the therapeutic connection.
Think about the last time you shared a drink with someone, or with a group. Perhaps it was a happy hour with coworkers, or at a dinner with a special someone, or for a celebration such as a birthday. Consider the presence of drinking in your life (not just alcohol) and in your childhood. Did your family have certain rituals? Is there a custom that intrigues you? Perhaps it’s the British tea, or the Greek tradition of drinking Ouzo, or perhaps the general topic of the social and cultural aspects of drinking interests you. You might feel inspired to research various hospitality customs of different cultures. While much of what you might find is associated with alcohol, and while spirits may or may not have positive associations within your family life, the goal of this exercise is to consider the act of sharing beverages as an affirmation of life. That humans consist primarily of water and would die quickly from thirst before starvation suggests that beverages of all forms are a powerful presence in our lives.
If you journal, you might write about your customs, memories, and discoveries. If it’s been awhile since you shared refreshment with others, perhaps now is the time to pause and celebrate life.
Seeing Anew
This afternoon I was seated on my plush green sofa, laptop on my lap (of course), my fingers moving rapidly over the keys while thoughts flowed through their tips. The sun came out today — gloriously, robustly, cheerily — and as I wrote, it streamed through my living room window. From the corner of my eye I saw one of my cats, Sophie, leap suddenly. Now and then she will spaz out and chase things I don’t see. It never fails to make me smile, and often her antics make me laugh. I turned my head to watch her and followed her gaze. The sunlight was refracting through my engagement ring; as my hand moved, little spots of white and rainbow light moved strobe-like across the ceiling. So I paused in my writing and played “catch the sun spot” with Sophie for awhile. She got her exercise, and I my amusement.
What caught your attention today?
Like A Well Reaches
The individual soul touches upon the world soul like a well reaches for the water table. That which sustains the universe beyond thought and language, and that which is at the core of us and struggles for expression, is the same thing. The finite within the infinite, the infinite within the finite.
–Yann Martel, Life of Pi
Rainy Day Thoughts
It is yet another soggy day in Santa Clara, and as I sit in the kichen with my laptop, I hear a steady drum of water dripping from the gutters. This morning, before the rain began, my sleep was disturbed by what sounded like a jackhammer on the roof. Squirrels routinely forage for nuts from the pinecones that fall from our neighbor’s tree. Apparently our roof is the dining area, and they bang whatever nuts they find to extract the meat. Oy, it’s loud.
I haven’t written much here for quite some time. My new job as an academic coach consumes my time. I’ve discovered a new career, I think. I have found that I possess “teacher genes”; I love what I do. My father was an elementary school teacher, and I inherited this from him. I’m sure of it!
Since I work with children whose skills need development, and since it’s been so long since I was a child, I’ve needed guidance in determining what can be generally expected for various grades. In other words, what can I reasonably expect a fifth grader to know? For help I turned to Math and Reading Help for Kids. It’s chock full of essential information. Other sites I’ve found are Education World and Funbrain, the latter of which is part of the Family Education Network.
More Subtle
Gift-giving becomes so much more subtle as we age, often referencing a shared memory or simply a dear friendÂ’s insight into your personality that they have only been able to accumulate over the many years that theyÂ’ve known you.
–Nicole, of Auspicious Coincidence
A Prayer Against Loneliness
When we’re writing, I’m not sure that we think of the reader. It’s more that we pray not to lie, to get it right, so that if we’re writing about a tree, we get that tree and not a petrified log…. Every poem is a prayer against loneliness. When I write, there are two people: the poem I’m writing and the poem that wants to be written. When I re-read what I’ve written, that makes three. If I read the poem to someone else that makes four. Poetry and prayer spell loneliness.
–Sharon Olds
Real Choice
People tend to think of nonviolence as a choice between using force and doing nothing. But the real choice takes place at another level. Nonviolence is less a matter of “not killing” and more a matter of showing compassion, of saving and redeeming, of being a healing community. One can only choose between doing good to the person placed in one’s path, or to do him evil. To do good is to love a person; but not to do that is as good as killing him. To love someone is to restore that person physically, socially, and spiritually. To neglect and postpone this restoration is already to kill.
–André Trocmé
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Growth Found In Disequilibrium
Why is evolution in living systems related to progress and
complexification, not to deterioration and disintegration? In a
dissipative structure, things in the environment that disturb the system’s
equilibrium play a crucial role in creating new forms of order. As the
environment becomes more complex, generating new and different information,
it provokes the system into a response. New information enters the system
as a small fluctuation that varies from the norm. If the system pays
attention to this fluctuation, the information grows in strength as it
interacts with the system and is fed back on itself (a process of
autocatalysis). Finally, the information grows to such a level of
disturbance that the system can no longer ignore it. At this point, jarred
by so much internal disturbance and far from equilibrium, the system in its
current form falls apart. But this disintegration does not signal the
death of the system. In most cases the system can reconfigure itself at a
higher level of complexity, one better able to deal with the new
environment. Dissipative structures demonstrate that disorder can be a
source of order, and that growth is found in disequilbrium, not in
balance.–Margaret Wheatley, Leadership and the New Science
A Tree Full of Angels
Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary. There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels. Hidden beauty is waiting in every crumb. Life wants to lead you from crumbs to angels, but this can happen only if you are willing to unwrap the ordinary by staying with it long enough to harvest its treasure.
–Macrina Wiederkehr, O.S.B

