November 2025 – Page 2

And, yes… if you saw Sunday’s post, you may suspect that Tevye is back to dancing on the roof! I feel like that, too! Not in a bad way. Just in an awareness kind of way. Like metaphorically in my face!

I’m having flashbacks to my trip to Hungary in January of 1989. Partially, I suspect, because it’s what passes for cold around here and that’s a very kinesthetic reminder of our adventure, which included actual riding through the snow in a horse-drawn sleigh!

Then there’s the wedding coming up. My official tasks are leading the service and signing the license. Unofficially, I’m trying very hard to imagine how to get a bunch of families with wildly diverse traditions comfortable enough to actually – you know – celebrate!

And, yes… the world feels a whole lot like that just now!

So, frankly, does my body. Let’s just say that a collection of genetic mysteries seem to have found their home in me and they’re ready to be noticed! It’s a learning experience!!! And, I may just have found the bridge! Or, perhaps, the new/old perspective that brings the mysterious stuff into conversation!!! (Details to follow, one day!)

For now, some more things that I don’t recall from nursing school or seminary. Words like alchemist and sentences like, If one truly penetrates into the world of color, one comes to beings. (Rudolf Steiner)

And one thing I am sure of…

As my old friends on The West Wing would say… A Change is Gonna Come. (Season 6, episode 7).

I’m not at all sure that feels safe. Or comfortable. I do know it’s true. Around us, for sure. And in us, if we’re very brave. (Well, in us, kind of regardless!)

It’s not what so many of us learned. I suspect, though, that it is the way we were created!

Last night, after hours of election news, I dreamed of soup pots. Really! And I realized that part of my mission in this moment is to be a soup pot! A precious, cherished container where magic can, indeed, occur… if only we give it a chance!

And, I’m going to invite you to join me. Shortly! For now, though, a peek into the soup with my MetaMod Wisdom Cards! (You might want to notice my newly claimed & codified category called Somatic Signals!) Just click this link and the shop elves will set you right up!

There was a whole lot of singing in my sleep Friday night… and no, it wasn’t me! Instead, it was Tevye, from Fiddler on the Roof. And you can probably guess the rest.

Dancing on the roof, undone about new things in his world. Bearded face. Deep voice. TRADITION…

And I suspect that, if Tevye were with us in this moment, he’d be even more perplexed than he was, back in the day. Let’s talk traditions…

Friday, trick-or-treat, and high school football, about two blocks down the street. With huge thanks, we delivered our candy to our dear neighbors for door answering help, even in the midst of their Shabbat observance.

Samhain, too… though I’m still learning that!

Saturday, my knee surgeon’s birthday. And All Saint’s Day. (We’ll be back to this in a couple minutes!)

Today, the observance of Reformation Day on the church calendar I know best . You know… Martin Luther “vandalizing” a church door, October 31, 1517. (That story turns out to be way more complicated, too!)

And, yes… tradition is a perspective thing, which is, quite possibly, another definition for the word, heresy. You’ve heard my favorite definition of that one, before… able to choose!

Welcome to the world of MetaModern!

For this moment, a story… the “old” chapel at Columbia Theological Seminary. November 1, sometime in the late 1990’s when I was on campus for one of my last DMin classes. Walter Brueggemann preaching. About All Saints Day! (Really!!!)

If you’re new around here, let me explain that Saints were NOT a big topic back then, in that bastion of Reformed Theology!

Walter said a lot, which was no surprise. I remember, all these years later, one sentence:

Saints are all those who believe for us, on days when we can’t quite believe for ourselves.

And, just between us, I think that is even more important, in the context of these days, than it was a quarter of a century ago.

Just this year, Walter walked on to the place where I suspect all the beings are “saints” of that sort. And, he teaches me, still…

Many things are true and they don’t all get along very well.

I’m not sure whether this is more real than ever before, or whether it’s simply more in our faces. In either case, it is a huge part of the reality of our lives.

Here’s another thing that’s true… a glimpse from my family tree!

On your left is my Gramma Begga, aka Saint Begga. An advocate for women when that was even more dangerous than it is in these days. And, to the right, her daughter, Saint Clotilde, known to some as the patron saint of the lame.

Then there are two great aunts insisting on being included in this moment. Alice and Mary Parker. Sisters. Hanged as witches with six other women, in Salem, on September 22, 1692. The last of the Salem Witch Trials.

It’s well worth mentioning that a big part of the reason I have access to these stories is that these women, and many of their generations, had the radical notion that women should be able to read and write!

I am consciously choosing to claim, even though other things are no doubt true as well, that we are, ALL of us, as Linda Hogan wrote, despite the tragedies, the result of the love of thousands. And, we are capable of choosing what to live!

I am also sure, that we have choices to make! Like voting, if you haven’t, already. And learning new things!

I’m learning new things, too – amidst my recent mobility challenges – which is why the upcoming journey formerly known as #Filters has a new nickname… #Magic!!! There will be lots more details, soon. Let’s just say that things got way more fun and I’m really excited!!! Here’s a hint…

ps… want to be ahead??? Grammy’s MetaMod Wisdom Cards are in stock now, and sure to get you on the road! Could be huge fun for family holidays!

Month: November 2025

Com-plex-i-ty!

Of dreams, mixed messages… and choice!