Friday, May 21, 2010
Presentation on UUtopia on Second Life posted
The presentation about the First Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Second Life and UUtopia on Second Life has been posted. Take a look at the amazing experiment on community that is happening through the mediation of computer technology. Presentation
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Mothers
MOTHERS
author unknown, adapted from an adaptation by Don Buttorf
This blessing is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
This blessing is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they may never see. And those who mothered those babies-- forever to be their own children.
This blessing is for all the mothers in Haiti, or Nashville, who can't find their children or can’t feed their children. And the moms who put on their uniforms and said goodbye to their children as they left for a tour of duty.
Is mothering what is in the heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she watches her child disappear down the street?
The need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a school shooting, a bomb scare, a car accident, a baby dying?
Yes it is so.
So this blessing is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
This blessing is for all the mothers who have sat in the grocery store parking lot, next to their crying, screaming child, and cried or screamed too.
This blessing is for all the mothers who teach their sons to be good mothers and their daughters to follow an unconventional dream.
This blessing is for mothers who put pinwheels, teddy bears, or flowers on their children's graves.
This blessing is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who haven’t the words to reach them, and yet have never put them from their heart.
This blessing is for mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers.
And this blessing is for all of us who will move beyond sentiment into actions which support mothers and mothering persons in all of their life-giving and life-nurturing roles. Amen
author unknown, adapted from an adaptation by Don Buttorf
This blessing is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
This blessing is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they may never see. And those who mothered those babies-- forever to be their own children.
This blessing is for all the mothers in Haiti, or Nashville, who can't find their children or can’t feed their children. And the moms who put on their uniforms and said goodbye to their children as they left for a tour of duty.
Is mothering what is in the heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she watches her child disappear down the street?
The need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a school shooting, a bomb scare, a car accident, a baby dying?
Yes it is so.
So this blessing is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
This blessing is for all the mothers who have sat in the grocery store parking lot, next to their crying, screaming child, and cried or screamed too.
This blessing is for all the mothers who teach their sons to be good mothers and their daughters to follow an unconventional dream.
This blessing is for mothers who put pinwheels, teddy bears, or flowers on their children's graves.
This blessing is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who haven’t the words to reach them, and yet have never put them from their heart.
This blessing is for mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers.
And this blessing is for all of us who will move beyond sentiment into actions which support mothers and mothering persons in all of their life-giving and life-nurturing roles. Amen
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
For Grandma
It has been two months since Grandma's 100th birthday (and the wonderful party) and it has been one month since her memorial service.
Lillie Giba Smith
In memory of Lillie Giba Smith, loving daughter, sister, wife, mother, and grandmother. She was born February 1910 to Slovak immigrant parents and grew up on a farm in Virginia and then in upstate New York. There she met and fell in love with Frederick Smith. They were devoted to one another, showing their family what a loving marriage can be. They raised their family on a strawberry farm near Trumansburg NY. For all of her 100 years she cared for everyone.
Her love was tangible: strawberry jam, ginger cookies, big hugs, beautiful flowers in the beds around the house, and unwavering dedication to those she loved. She is in each of us whenever we serve a lovingly cooked meal, or welcome someone at the door with a big smile.
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lillie Giba Smith
In memory of Lillie Giba Smith, loving daughter, sister, wife, mother, and grandmother. She was born February 1910 to Slovak immigrant parents and grew up on a farm in Virginia and then in upstate New York. There she met and fell in love with Frederick Smith. They were devoted to one another, showing their family what a loving marriage can be. They raised their family on a strawberry farm near Trumansburg NY. For all of her 100 years she cared for everyone.
Her love was tangible: strawberry jam, ginger cookies, big hugs, beautiful flowers in the beds around the house, and unwavering dedication to those she loved. She is in each of us whenever we serve a lovingly cooked meal, or welcome someone at the door with a big smile.
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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