September 13th, 2012

Women || Rachel and Dorothy.

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I think I broke my brain this evening. I certainly broke my will. Write a paragraph delete, write delete delete... Hm.

Mum and I did the horses for my grandmother today. I was there to 'tell her how'. "So we'll do the barn," she said on our way up to the barn; she saw the fenced-in pool and added, "and then we'll skinny dip!"

'Telling her how' meant I refilled the horses' water buckets and kept the horses from crowding us when Mum walked the hay in instead of throwing it. Mum did the stalls by getting out much of the poop, but I'm a perfectionist so I spread out the shavings and swept the walkway in each stall. Thankfully Mum did most of the poop-gathering out in the paddocks; there didn't seem to be too much. I had a feeling 'telling how' would end up more hands-on than expected.

But then we hunkered down in our birthday suits by the pool and had a chat until she warmed up enough to enter the chilly pool. We threw little floaty sharks at each other (she splashed me, the wench), got in, swam around a bit, got in, and dried off in the sun. She dove in one more time before we left. It's not really much of a wonder that people claim to understand me better upon meeting my mother--same with my father, really, once they get him talking (we're both observe-first sorts of people; my mother is not).

It was nice, anyway, and I got a shocking amount of sun for my usually shade-and-nocturnal-hours self. Mum asked me, "Why don't you skinny dip here on your own?" "Because it's sunny."

Had a Worship Committee meeting at the congregation in the evening. I noticed as soon as New Minister Rebecca entered the room that she doesn't shave her legs; I don't know if it's shallow of me that endears me to a person immediately, but at least in the slick-and-shaven States it does intend to apply a shared interest in at least putting up with not living by at least one societal norm. Doing so in a public way tends to imply some sort of guts.

She and another committee member couldn't stay long since Our Whole Lives, the Unitarian Universalist sex-ed programme (very thorough; I participated in 2004), had its mandatory parent introduction night. I think Minister Rebecca was just going there to do Ministery Things--or maybe she's OWL-trained, I don't know. (I did go over to the training pages, so since I've been talking about getting trained as an OWL facilitator for years I may really look into it.)

The meeting went well. I made Minister Carol and the others laugh a bit. I'm glad I finally discussed a point I'd been thinking about since General Assembly in June: inviting people not to stand for hymns sometimes, in solidarity with those who cannot or who find difficulty/pain in standing. (There's always the "please rise in body or spirit" but for the most part everyone rises in body, and it can make a person feel pretty invisible or pressured to stand even if it might be painful.) I mentioned the possibility for inviting people not to stand every once in a while--especially since Minister Carol herself is in lots of pain these days and finds herself having to sit often--as a form of disability awareness. Minister Carol loved the idea and thanked me for bringing it up because she'd been thinking about it. (Plus, she's pleased every time I bring up anything from General Assembly since she had been planning to attend but couldn't. That and I'm the only consistently active raised-UU young adult in the congregation and she's had her eye on my doing more UU things for ages and missed me during college, so she was glad I made it to my first-ever General Assembly of Unitarian Universalists.)

I didn't enter the meeting with any ideas for lay-led services--I'd forgotten they exist and I've never been on this committee so I didn't know what we do outside of summer services--but I had an idea while I was there and mentioned it as we were discussing ideas. Again at General Assembly there was a vote for a new world-wide "Congregational Study/Action Issue" (CSAI; I never remember that initialism) and what got voted in was Reproductive Justice: Expanding Our Social Justice Calling (yay! I voted for that!). The complete text (but not the study guide/curriculum, which is due 1st November) is here.

Anyway, I mentioned that especially with it being an OWL year (every other year) and this getting voted in as the CSAI, I wondered if it wouldn't be the right time to have a lay-led service about having a liberal religious voice backing reproductive rights--and how our sex-ed education (OWL) impacts what we respect and demand (contraceptives, consent, the right to choose, the right to support). One of the strongest ideas behind choosing Reproductive Justice as the CSAI was how clear it is that, with the Religious Right going full-force against it, there needs to be a united voice from the Religious Left saying that no, not all religious people have to follow that--and we don't. So far UUs haven't really joined up with the "united" bit, which is disappointing. So I mentioned all this and the possibility of incorporating the new CSAI curriculum (when it's written), a liberal religious voice, and the voices of those involved with the OWL programme (current/ex-participants and facilitators).

Minister Carol again loved the idea. For a second I could see the clear "please just become a minister" look she and Minister Ann sometimes give me, but that's a story for another day. Looks as though this will be a springtime (March--Women's History Month!) lay-led service. For today I'm glad that, despite being new on a committee and despite being the youngest voice, I was willing to speak up with my ideas. I'm also glad--and a bit relieved--that it was received well.

(Ah, sometimes my life feels like a gen-O(ld)L(ady)B(rigade) Harry Potter fic. A coven of amazing older witches with so much prestige to their names and so many positive adjectives to their character while I'm the new green-behind-the-ears witch trying to figure out how my feet and mouth can work at the same time, wondering how they could possibly stand listening to a word I say. It's nice to really feel, once in a while, that I truly can be a young witch in the coven and still be valued, even if there is a bit of laughter and some sympathetic groans/winces at my fumbling about this Life thing looking for my feet. It's also a comfort to know that, one of these years, I'll be the witch who oh-so-recently found her footing and can now help the next one along to do the same. My life, in Harry Potter terms... *Proud geek.*)

Now I've got to help Minister Carol with some of her services (easy-peasy stuff--reading "opening words" and introducing hymns and stuff), speak with her about the "25 years with the congregation" article she wants written, get the senior youth involved with the Intergenerational Halloween Night, start working on a good youth programme for the year, look into OWL training, and start researching who might be interested in speaking at this sort of a service. I'm tempted to invite my old OWL instructors even though they're in Pennsylvania now--perhaps they'd enjoy saying hello to the ol' congregation.

The church year has definitely started up again! Yay! After feeling brain-and-body-dead much of the evening, I'm now energised by writing this energy. Of course I am, because 1.40am is just the right time to be energised... *Shakes head at self.*

Oh! I realised I never posted anything real about the sexuality service I ran over the summer or the sermonette that I wrote and read. Would anyone be interested in that at all, or should I give it a miss?
HP || Sibyl || Hug everyone else.

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Today I've felt all sluggish and useless and have wanted to be a kid, so I could just have milk'n'cookies and take a nap.

Mother was evil and bought double chocolate Milano cookies. She was further evil by leaving them out on the counter, open. (Yes, in my household that is the definition of evil.)

I also spotted rum in the pantry when I scanned for nibbles. I knew we had coke (gasp, soda, evilll). I combined the coke and rum; I grabbed some Milano cookies (without moving the Milano bag--evil).

It seems my plan is to replace the milk'n'cookies with rum'n'coke'n'cookies and the nap with cleaning. I have successfully tidied up my room quite a bit and completely re-made my bed, with more to do; I also need to get to that stupid bathroom...

My mother returned to the Milanos where she had left them. She saw the shot glass on the counter (from my rum-measuring) and the coke; she saw that the rum wasn't pushed as far back in the pantry as it had been. Apparently I was evil right back, because we both separately ended up with rum'n'coke'n'cookies.

Some universes get evil Voldemorts. Some universes get evil scrumptious cookies.

(For the record, 'cookie' is an incredibly odd word. My brain keeps going with 'biscuit' but they're called Milano cookies, so I'm a bit trapped there...)

I could put Glee on in 15 minutes. I wonder if I'll bother.