Thursday, January 21, 2010

77 years away, her message to our economy

What Religion Means to Me, By Eleanor Roosevelt; December 1932

It is generally conceded that in a world where material values seem to be dropping out of sight further and further day by day, there is a growing realization that something else is needed. Some of us even feel that amidst the many evils and sorrows and injustices which are the fruit of what we call the depression, there may be emerging one thing which will be of permanent value to us all-namely, a new standard which will set above everything else certain spiritual values. In our mad haste for more and more money and more and more luxury we had almost forgotten to count these as part of our heritage in this country.

And yet most of us who are in the forties and fifties today can look back to a childhood where religion and religious instruction were part of our everyday life, but we have come so far away from those days that in writing this article I even feel that I must begin by defining what I mean by religion. To me religion has nothing to do with any specific creed or dogma. It means that belief and that faith in the heart of a man which makes him try to live his life according to the highest standard which he is able to visualize. To those of us who were brought up as Christians that standard is the life of Christ, and it matters very little whether our creed is Catholic or Protestant.

To those of us who happen to have been born and brought up under other skies or in other creeds, the object to be attained goes by some other name, but in all cases the thing which counts is the striving of the human soul to achieve spiritually the best that it is capable of and to care unselfishly not only for personal good but for the good of all those who toil with them upon the earth.

Having established this as the meaning of religion, I can go back and speak for a moment of what most of us with Anglo-Saxon forebears remember as religious training in our youth. Sunday was, indeed, a day set apart from other days and some of the things decreed by my grandmother, who brought me up, I personally very much resented. I could not play games on Sunday; I had to sit on the uncomfortable small seat in my grandmother's large Victoria and drive five miles to and from church; I had special books which I was only allowed to read on Sundays, and I could not read the story in which I might happen to be interested. But I really enjoyed learning the Bible verses and the hymns, which always had to be memorized for Sunday morning, and I have never to this day quite got over the real pleasure of singing hymns on Sunday evening, after supper, as a family. These were very agreeable things and besides your elders had more time to talk to you. They even took little people for very pleasant walks on Sunday afternoons and in the winter I can remember open fires and books read aloud, which to this day carry me back to a happy atmosphere. But this religious training was not just an affair of Sundays-there were family prayers every morning and you grew up with the feeling that you had a share in some great spiritual existence beyond the everyday round of happenings.

Many of us have seen changes in religious thought since then, and God and religion may have come to mean many different things to many people, but I doubt if any of us have ever completely lost that feeling of having something outside of one's self and greater than one's self to depend on. There never has been a time when that feeling is more needed than it is today. People in trouble need just what little children need-a sense of security, a sense of something greater than their own powers to turn to and depend on.

The worst thing that has come to us from the depression is fear. Fear of an uncertain future, fear of not being able to meet our problems, fear of not being equipped to cope with life as we live it today. We need some of the old religious spirit which said, "I myself am weak but Thou art strong Oh Lord!" That was the spirit which brought people to this country, which settled it, which carried men and women through untold hardships, and which has given us our heritage of comparative ease and comfort.

After I left home and went to school I came under the influence of a very interesting woman who proclaimed that she had no religion and that the Christians, from her point of view, were rather to be looked down upon because they did right for gain. It might not be gain in this world but it was for gain in the next, and therefore the only people of real virtue were those who believed that there was no future life, but who wished to help those around them to do what was right purely through an interest in their fellow human beings and a desire to see right triumph just because it was right. I was too young to come back then with the obvious retort that making those around you happy makes you happy yourself, and that therefore you are seeking a reward just as much as if you were asking for your reward in a future life, and that perhaps what we know as good in life and what we here think of as praise-worthy will not be counted at all as a spiritual achievement by some more understanding judge. That is why we all of us, whether we are willing to acknowledge it or not, do crave the belief in some power greater than ourselves and beyond our understanding-because we know in our hearts that deeds and outward things mean little and that only someone who can gauge what striving there has been can really judge of what a human soul has achieved.

Today I am an Episcopalian, as I was as a child, but I feel that this makes me neither better nor worse than those who belong to any other church. I believe in the habits of regular churchgoing and regular work for the church because there is help for us all in doing things in common and we care more for things that we give to, of our time, of our material wealth, and of our thought. But these are the outward symbols which should proclaim inner growth, and it is the inner growth which is important. If people can attain it without the help of what might be called religious routine, that is for them to decide. The fundamental, vital thing which must be alive in each human consciousness is the religious teaching that we cannot live for ourselves alone and that as long as we are here on this earth we are all of us brothers, regardless of race, creed, or color.

We must honestly try to put into practice some of the things which have always been considered too visionary to be actually tried in everyday life. We cannot give lip service alone to religion today. We hear constantly that prosperity will soon return, that this or that will bring about better business conditions, but we know of many people who have gone down under the strain of material loss and misfortune. The increasing number of suicides makes us realize that many people are feeling that life is too hard to cope with. That feeling would not exist if out of this depression we could revive again any actual understanding of what it means to be responsible for one's brother. Perhaps the parable of the rich man fits today very admirably, only we are not allowed to voluntarily place ourselves in his position. It is neatly done for us and our part is simply to see that we learn our lesson aright and that we profit by it, and that instead of sinking under the weight of fear we find our souls strengthened by the knowledge that we are part of some great scheme and that our courage springs up from deep wells of tradition, for our forefathers knew that there was a God who gave us strength and who ordered the world in which we live, but that we had to put forth our own strength to the utmost before our spirits could be upheld.

Out of these troublous times perhaps this knowledge will come back to us, and if it does a new day may really dawn for us all. Failure, however, must cease to mean material loss; it is the way we meet adversity, not adversity itself, which counts. If we have life and love and health and hope and a vision to strive for, then we are not failures, but if we are to hold this point of view real religion must be supreme on earth.

It has been true in the past that in all times of great crises there has been a revival of religious feeling. We are going through a time when vast numbers of our people are facing loss of things which they hold dear, some of them are facing actual starvation-though I think we have come to a point where our social conscience has become keen enough for us to make every attempt as a people to prevent, wherever we know of it, actual starvation. It is looked upon today as one of the duties of government to see that no one starves, and that is something which would not have even been thought of two hundred years ago.

But there are many other by-products of the depression which do as much harm as actual starvation. The lack of work, the feeling of helplessness, and the inevitable lowering in many families of the standard of living have a sad effect upon the general morale and habits of life of all the members of the family. Little by little it is being borne in upon us that it is not only life which we have a right to preserve, but that there is something more precious which the need of material things may stamp out of the human soul. Therefore it behooves us so to order our civilization that all can live in the security of having the necessities of life, and that each individual according to his abilities and his vision may at the same time preserve his hope for future growth.

This is Utopia perhaps, and many years distant, but it seems to me that it is the goal of real civilization, and it also seems to me that only through a revival of true religion are we going to achieve this goal. When religion becomes again a part of our daily lives, when we are not content only with so living that our neighbors consider us just men, and when we really strive to put into practice that which in moments of communion with ourselves we know to be the highest standard of which we are capable, then religion will mean in each life what I think it should mean. We will follow the outward observances because they give us help and strength, but we will live day by day with the consciousness of a greater power and of greater understanding than our own to guide us and protect us and spur us on.

From: The Eleanor Roosevelt Papers Project - http://www.gwu.edu/~erpapers/documents/articles/whatreligionmeans.cfm

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Telecommuting (Feline-Enhanced)

I honestly worked very hard today from home.

Editing a 116 page report, setting up multiple meetings, speaking to the president and vice president of my organization, preparing a school for an online survey, and answering another school's questions about survey data.
I did this, mostly, with a cat on my keyboard.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

Thank you for standing up for human rights, Dr. King! We'll keep going..

"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Sunday, January 17, 2010

101st Post!

Who knew, except for Blogger who keeps count, that I've posted over 100 times in the past 3 years?

As I opened up my account today, compelled to write but having no idea what to say, I got excited by this revelation.

This weekend has been pretty slow - there has been lots of sleeping in, a little work, a little study, and a little shopping (see cute nail polish I decided I needed because of cuteness below) which has been a real treat, since this has been the first shopping trip in awhile that has been for fun without a looming credit card bill. My only real New Year's resolution is to get and keep my finances under control, which means having savings and a budget set each month and staying out of superfluous debt. Imagine my surprise when I've been able to accomplish those things - with a lot of elbow grease in November and December mind you, come mid-January. Of course it's an ongoing goal for this year and all others, and as my favorite preacher (no joke - I have one) Andy Stanley says, it is better to make resolutions about who you will be than what you will do anyway.

This next week it is all about the surveys - surveys, surveys, surveys at work. Talking to S, I inadvertently set three work goals for myself for this week - Getting the surveys to a "good" place (very subjective, of course), setting all the meetings I've been planning to set, and catching up with work I haven't done since the break and being sick. One of the fun things about how my current job has worked out, is that I used to pray to God most nights that I could be an experimental psychologist one day. Sounds a little geeky, huh? Well, apparently it kind of worked, because I am faced at this time in my life with analyzing all these social science results from surveys I help schools administer, and then helping them make changes to their school climate. I am so fortunate to have been given so many opportunities in life to pursue my dreams, even if they are nerdy dreams. So despite the stress of going into each work week trying to do an impossible amount of work on these bad boys, it's a huge privilege and a lot of fun too.

Otherwise this week, I am planning for S' arrival in Beantown (!!!!!!), and doing yoga. Guess what my yoga goal is for the week? To do a side plank (see crazy lady adjacent), and do it well. I asked my yoga instructor who introduced our 'beginners' class to this pose how to get better at it, and she told me to "do a lot of yoga." As if my butt and hips don't hurt enough from the Anusara class I am taking simultaneously to this beginner's class that has obviously ramped up to some sort of boot camp for those with New Year's resolutions to bend themselves silly. But while I failed to even lift one of my feet off the ground in class this weekend, I was able to successfully lift both of them, and only fall once, in the less-embarrassing privacy of my own home, so their is hope in sight.

So nothing much new, though it is T-minus one month until kidney extraction, which I am super happy about. All I can do is work myself into as big a survey surplus as I can, and then go and relax with my favorite people in the world for a few weeks. Ironically, there will apparently be lots of junk food involved in my recovery, and that is 110% okay with me! I have been awfully behind in my 11 books in 12 months campaign, so this will be a great chance to catch up. And no, it does not count that I read Twilight since we last talked. In fact, I think I might have to subtract points for that, ha ha.

I'll be getting to bed now to start out the week right. Have a good week!!!

PS - I don't mean to bash Twilight. S got me this for Christmas, because he said after he heard an adult female colleague gushing about it, he knew it was "only a matter of time" before I was on the band wagon. And yes, I loved reading the book. I didn't feel any smarter after reading it, but it was a sheer pleasure, and let's just say I can't wait for my Valentine's and birthday gifts from S too, wink wink.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Doing it again

Is anyone else still really into Shakira's "Did it again" video?


I am supposed to be in my third phase of personal discovery according to the Meyer's Briggs (25 years +), but I'm fairly sure I'm either extremely precocious or just mixed up, because I am definitely exploring my personality in the "senses" phase, which is supposed to be my fourth in for my INTJ typology. I like different foods, I exercise for self-expression, and yes, I'm pretty engrossed with fashion, make up, art, music, anything that I can dig into and feel. I've always loved creativity, but these days, even the banal is an art form, and everything has an added layer of a tune, a hue, a second breeze in the air, something. It's pretty great, but also weird, because I end up feeling so superficial sometimes, so focused on the material world. The Shakira video typifies that - the rumpled linen, the pounding drums, the physicality of couple's martial arts, and the stained glass contrasted of the bedroom scene contrasted with the sterility of the sauna set.

Really I wonder, what can I do with this focus on what I see touch taste smell and hear? How can I make the world a better place when this is what I gravitate toward? What I think of is physically creating art, and being simple. Feeling the sand under my toes, and giving something back. That's all I've got so far. I'll let you know.

Jenkem

I love a job where I can learn about this:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UsNbsjpuLc

http://quazen.com/recreation/drugs/butt-hash-the-waste-high/


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jenkem

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Can't get enough of you

What you are is God's gift to you.
What you do with yourself is your gift to God.
I bet we each lived every moment knowing and believing this, our world be at it's best.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Random..so random

I just feel the need to get back on the blog bandwagon, so that's what I'm doing. I have nothing to write about. Let's see. So I have been sick the past week, and I have been trying to decide just how sick I have been. It was just a cold, thank goodness, not the flu or H1N1 or strep or anything terribly nasty. But it lingers like this evolving irritant - last Saturday it was a sore throat, sometimes it's been full out disgusting, and some morning I just feel like I am going to pass out. But it is really just a cold, which kind of make me feel like a baby. But I am just a squishy human after all. Nothing to do about that.

I need to start writing my friends and family. I have received so many sweet gifts, cards, and calls from them this holiday season, and I can't seem to get it together and return the joy of their well wishes. It make me sound like a horrible person, but it is part of my social anxiety I guess. I want to write them the nicest cards, get them the most thoughtful gifts, and so I procrastinate. Well, that needs to stop. It is one of my best friend's birthdays this week, so time to ante up. I can't wait to get my Christmas goodies in the mail, so I can start making more collage cards. How relaxing and fun was that?

So I have been feeling so bored these past few days, but when I actually sat down and made any inventory of stuff to buy, stuff to see/do around the area, and errands I need to run/goals I need to meet, I couldn't stop writing. It's like with me life is either zero or one-eighty degrees, and I don't operate well in good balance. Or I am like my car, and it takes a good couple of presses on the accelerator to actually switch up gears. Sigh. At least one of my wonderful gifts was this beautiful homemade notebook from Jojo. I am using it as a literal notebook - I tracked my schedule and mid-month budget today, and it is surprising how just finding a physical space for my "to-do's" helps so much. Thanks for the motivation (and the consideration) Jojo!

Also, in this randomness, I would like take the time to show random appreciation to fate. A couple of weeks ago, I was Skyping with S, and I was in the kitchen simultaneously making myself a snack of frijoles verdes with green salsa (read: green beans with green goop on top). So I take my concoction out of the microwave and promptly spill it/slosh it out over my netbook's teeny type pad. Ick!!! So I am yelling to S about this (his Skype face is inches from disaster) and so so worried that my typepad will get messed up and my keys will not work anymore. And right after Skype, despite my drying them off the whole time with paper towels and dish rags, the keys start short circuiting! So I do what I know to do, and break out my hair dryer and start drying the keys. It seems useless. I bought a warrantee on this thing that I do not think extends to "spilling the beans." So I do that for 20 minutes, see no improvements in my keyboard (it types "jkzcfgbnou0-no" and such for the letter "e"), and then I turn off my computer and cry. BUT the next morning it's working again - like new, except that their is still some green salsa I am sure under the space bar, which makes it hard to not smoosh my words up when I type fast. So THANK YOU fate, for not allowing my clumsiness to totally, utterly wreck my connection to the outside world. I do appreciate it.

And that is my random blog.

Achoo!

So I tried steaming it out, attacking it with medicine, and sleeping it out. I tried going to work, staying home, and too much boredom. It's time to kick this cold out with a little shopping and exercise. The weekend is too precious to spend it dizzy and hacking!