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Of yardwork and dogma
Jul. 6th, 2007 10:01 amMy new yard guy is back, with help. No mower yet---they're clearing out the sawgrass with shovels, or machetes or something. Which may account for the price tag...between paying a helper and hard labor, okay, that justifies it. Hell, I've been battling that sawgrass for 20 years, and if this guy can tame it, I'll have him canonized.
For some reason, Yahoo is being a total brat and not letting me in. Grrr.
Have a strange little dream this morning, at the end of the sleep I finally managed to get. (I was taking out the trash and cleaning the refrigerator at 2 AM and tossing and turning in bed.) I dreamed that I was at a church service in the denomenation that I was raised in. We were singing a slow, lubrigious hymn, and I discovered that the woman in the pew in front of me---old enough to be my mother, was my impression---had gone into my bag and had taken out a catalog and was reading it. (The bag was the wide-mouthed canvas bag I got in real life from W*M a couple months ago.) I was very indignant, and took it away from her and lectured her about respecting other people's stuff. The catalog was nothing important to me---it was very traditional decor, with damask curtains, and the like, so I gave it back to her and let her keep it.
What I think it means: I parted from that dogma back in my mid-twenties...the church wasn't there for me when I needed it, it was my parent's church, and most of the congregation was rather elderly. (Especially to a teen/20-something!) My most private stuff---my beliefs, my boundaries---weren't being respected, unlike UU (now, real life), where you can believe whatever works for you as long as you don't show disrespect for anyone else's beliefs. As long as they, my former sect understands that I have my own life, they can keep their stuffy traditions.
Last Sunday, someone was talking about forming a UU choir, so I suppose on some level, I was thinking of the hymns of my childhood...there was also talk about UU congregations elsewhere being more traditional than ours---we have a very diverse group, from Christians to agnostics to Buddhists, with a heavy streak of pagan.
The subconscious is a strange and wonderful thing!
For some reason, Yahoo is being a total brat and not letting me in. Grrr.
Have a strange little dream this morning, at the end of the sleep I finally managed to get. (I was taking out the trash and cleaning the refrigerator at 2 AM and tossing and turning in bed.) I dreamed that I was at a church service in the denomenation that I was raised in. We were singing a slow, lubrigious hymn, and I discovered that the woman in the pew in front of me---old enough to be my mother, was my impression---had gone into my bag and had taken out a catalog and was reading it. (The bag was the wide-mouthed canvas bag I got in real life from W*M a couple months ago.) I was very indignant, and took it away from her and lectured her about respecting other people's stuff. The catalog was nothing important to me---it was very traditional decor, with damask curtains, and the like, so I gave it back to her and let her keep it.
What I think it means: I parted from that dogma back in my mid-twenties...the church wasn't there for me when I needed it, it was my parent's church, and most of the congregation was rather elderly. (Especially to a teen/20-something!) My most private stuff---my beliefs, my boundaries---weren't being respected, unlike UU (now, real life), where you can believe whatever works for you as long as you don't show disrespect for anyone else's beliefs. As long as they, my former sect understands that I have my own life, they can keep their stuffy traditions.
Last Sunday, someone was talking about forming a UU choir, so I suppose on some level, I was thinking of the hymns of my childhood...there was also talk about UU congregations elsewhere being more traditional than ours---we have a very diverse group, from Christians to agnostics to Buddhists, with a heavy streak of pagan.
The subconscious is a strange and wonderful thing!