Hope's Cafe

Two Cups of Tea

Let’s have a cup of tea or java and chat a bit.

(My apologies for the previous version. I had difficulty getting it to post and in that process some of it became totally nonsensical!)

We may attempt to isolate ourselves; yet sooner or later we need a sense of community.

In 2003, the movie The Station Agent featured the main character, a dwarf,

who is bitter after years of humiliation and torment.  He is

employed at a store that sells and repairs model trains.  When his

employer dies, the main character discovers he has inherited a piece

of property from him that has an old abandoned train station on it.

 the station is in an isolated place, but with no other obvious plan, he

moves there, in large part because the anticipated solitude appeals to

him.

              Immediately his solitude is disrupted, first by a distracted

woman who accidentally bumps him off the road with her car, and

 then by a young man who parks his mobile hot dog stand near the

 abandoned train station, which the dwarf now inhabits.  The

woman, it turns out, is in deep grief, separated from her

husband since the accidental death of their school age son.

  The young man with the mobile hot dog stand is operating the

stand for his father who has fallen into ill health.  Each of

them is struggling with personal pain of one sort or another.  but

over the course of the movie, the relationships they build with one

another and the community they develop among themselves

become the instruments of their healing. 

              What a beautiful reminder that we have this capacity for one another. 

But even in the best of times we benefit from community.  Last night, a yoga

instructor friend invited me over for her to help me with poses to strengthen

my back.  On the way back, another friend and close neighbor texted to

invite me for a visit.  Before I left, they asked if I had any plans for my

birthday, since Terry is currently out of town and won’t be back till several days

after that.  When I said, no, they offered their companionship for that day.

George Bernard Shaw is quoted as saying: “I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as i live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live.”

Indeed it is our privilege to be part of the community and to work on behalf of all. Right on, George Bernard Shaw!

This is my 200th blog! This leads me to a story.

When I was in fourth grade, I began to have some interest in writing.  My father, a printer on the newspaper, started bringing home the end rolls of newsprint and I began to write little poems and stories. As a high school senior I edited the school newspaper and later worked on college papers and in public relations departments.  My plan was to get a double major in sociology and journalism.  After I dropped out of college one semester, I couldn’t complete the journalism major and graduate on time. I ended up with only a journalism minor.  When the Kansas City Star was on campus interviewing, I interviewed with them.  But my goal had always been to be a therapist and I followed that dream to get my master’s degree in social work. 

                After a career as a therapist, I developed another dream to pastor and have been blessed on that path.  When I “landed” in Columbus, MT, as a settled pastor, I began to be published in the newspaper.  I discovered a latent dream I have harbored to work for a small town newspaper.

As we prepare to move back to Tennessee, I have been grieving leaving the newspaper behind.  Then I thought, “In this day and age, I could still write for the newspaper if they’ll consider having me continue.”  Well, what do you know?  They will! 

                I have been considering how I might reshape the direction of this blog.  I will keep my kateshopecafe.net address but focus it under the title “Two Cups of Tea,” a play on the book title Three Cups of Tea, intended to convey the image of chatting with a friend over a cup of tea or coffee.   These blogs will be shared in the local paper.  Perhaps I will have the opportunity to write some other things for them as well. 

                I am full of celebrations: my 200th blog, my career as a therapist, my pastoral roles over the years since, and now this long delayed dream to write for the newspaper. If you have joys, accomplishments, whether large or small, I urge you to give yourself credit.  Rejoice in those happy events and  achievements. You owe it to yourself. Consider it a moral obligation!

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Cafe Bonus: “The more you celebrate your life…the more there is in life to celebrate.”—instagreeetings

As I straddle two worlds, I think of the movie Dr. Zhivago.  The good doctor loved two women deeply.  I remember at the time I saw it as a senior in high school that I felt such compassion for his predicament.  Looking back, I recognize examples in my own life when I have felt torn between two compelling choices. Choices almost inevitably involve risk, change and thus transition. Transitions tend to be very discomfiting, most disruptive.  I would say that I detest them.  Yet I frequently put myself into situations requiring transition. 

Three years ago I was in the midst of phone interviews with a little church in Montana, a place I had never had thought of going.  When I was called to serve them, we began the process of selling our home where we had lived thirty years and land that had been in the family for generations, beginning all the preparations to move somewhere where we knew no one. Now I prepare yet again to move to a new situation.

I have a friend who at the beginning of a month was engaged to one man and at the end of the month was married to another.  I know of a half dozen friends who had variations on that theme of a sudden shift in partners.  While that can seem very impulsive, capricious, the seeds are there well before the event.    Years before I made this move to Montana, I felt an inkling of some instinct that I would only later come to understand as a call to ministry.  In response to that inkling, I wrote the following poem.  In reality, I would say it wrote itself.  I was at conference in Santa Fe, New Mexico.  In the midst of a lecture, I tuned out the speaker because the words started flowing so fast.   I had to just grab paper and pen to get them down.

                                                          There are rumblings in my soul.

                                                          The earth cracks open:

                                                          Lava spills out

                                                          Across the landscape of my life,

                                                          Warming me/burning me.

                                                          There are rumblings in my soul.

                                                          The earth cradles me,

                                                          Even as it shifts,

                                                          Moving me in some direction    

                                                          I strain to perceive.

                                                          There are rumblings in my soul.

                                                          The earth propels me:

                                                          Whether I stumble or find sure footing,

                                                          I am sustained.

                                                          There are rumblings in my soul:

                                                          Prophets of the earth,

                                                          Foretelling change to come,

                                                          Change erupting even now,

                                                          Gift of the universe.

                                                                        —-Kate Stulce

                                                                        Written October 2002

                                                                        Sante Fe, New Mexico*

                                           * Descriptive of the spiritual journey I have experienced,

                                           which was only beginning to evolve when I wrote this poem.

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus: Transition symbol is shown below.  It is often used on jewelry and clothing. (I have both).  You can see it on petroglyphs where tribes indicated movement from one area to another.

This morning as I sat in my meditation space, I thought how easily I slide right into gratitude the moment I sit down there.  This afternoon sitting in my office at church, I thought how much I have enjoyed that space.  Three years ago when the movers brought my boxes of books in to unload them, one of the workmen said, “It is like they made this office just for you.”  That warmed my heart, though several pastors had occupied it before I did. But it always has felt like a special place to me.

I will be giving up both those spots in October when we move south, splitting time between Maryland and Tennessee.  There I will have new spaces to make my own.  “Nester” that I am, I look forward to creating new “nests,” that anticipation reducing to some degree the pain of leaving these spaces I have developed such a love for.

“Spending time in a space that makes you happy, can have a profound impact on your attitude and wellbeing,” Ali Levin writes. And Lauren Jo Home reflects, “The space you live in, and the things you surround yourself with, directly influence your life.”  How true!  My first job out of graduate school was in a children’s guidance center which had outpatient, day treatment and inpatient.  The walls were white, the carpet a dark charcoal color, reflecting a philosophy that a neutral palate was calming to people undergoing treatment.  Traditionally, hospitals and mental health facilities were white or pale green.  Thankfully in the last several decades, facilities have embraced color, artwork on the walls, music, colorful scrubs for staff. 

Given my change in circumstance, I embrace this stance promoted by Elizabeth Gilbert: “I’m making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.”

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus: The 13^th century poet Rumi said that “Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.”  That is my intention in the months ahead:  to hold on to all the ways I have grown, the relationships I have made, and the memories I carry with me; embracing the adventure ahead, reconnecting with family and friends we left behind three years ago when we boldly headed to the unknown in Montana.   Endeavoring to let go of the angst about leaving a place and people I have come to love so much, I seek to live by the tag line I put on my blog when I set it up four years ago: “practicing hope, balancing life.”  Not a bad mantra! 😊

I don’t recall now how I happened onto “Marc and Angel,” life coaches on a site they call HackLife. I received a post from them this week that I found too meaningful not to share my gleanings from it.

In their post, they talked about wake-up calls, those events that cause people to stop in their tracks, consider if they are making the most of their lives while they have the opportunity. As an example, they mentioned a woman who wrote them that she wished she had appreciated her life “with as much passion and purpose” as she had since receiving a cancer diagnosis.  Likely you know someone who has had a wake-up call of one kind or another.  Perhaps you yourself have had such an experience.  If so, you may be able to identify with their insights on the matter of wake-up calls.

They exhort everyone:

Recognize that this moment is your real life. (Recall the quote: Yesterday is history.  Tomorrow is a mystery.  Today is a gift.  That’s why they call it the Present.) Too easily we set ourselves adrift in the past or the future or in the minutiae of the present with no awareness of the gifts to which we are oblivious.

A life isn’t very long.  As I have aged, I have begun to grasp how fleeting life is.  When I was 20, life seemed to stretch ahead for eons.  Now I think more about how I want to use whatever time is left to me.

The sacrifices you make today will pay dividends in the future. I think about writing another book.  How important is that to me?  Do I want to commit the time and focus it took to write the first one?  I don’t know.  I am considering it.

When you procrastinate you become a victim to yesterday. Angel notes that she and Marc discuss this in more detail in the chapter on success in their book “100,000 Little Things Happy, Successful People Do Differently.”

Failures are often good lessons. Likely we all recognize the truth in this. 

You are your most valuable relationship.  I often gave Virginia Satir’s poem “I Am Me” to some clients.  You can google it if you are interested.

A person’s actions speak truth. Essentially, Marc and Angel are talking here about keeping your boundaries, not getting tangled up in people’s dramas.  Life is too short, too valuable, for that.

Small acts of kindness make the world a better place.  “Kindness is the only investment that never fails in the long run.  And wherever there is a human being, there is opportunity for kindness,” Marc and Angel write.

Behind every beautiful life, there has been some kind of worthwhile struggle. We are reminded we are “human, not perfect…wounded, not defeated.”

Time and experience heals pain, and it can’t be rushed. The point these authors make in their article is that eventually whatever that painful experience was, eventually it is part of a much longer life story and becomes a smaller slice of one’s overall life.  I would suggest that, while this is true, that outcome really depends on the person accepting the challenge not to dwell on it.  Otherwise, it can overshadow the rest of one’s experience.

 May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus:  “Don’t start your day with the broken pieces of yesterday.  Every morning we wake up is the first day of the rest of our life.” — unknown author

“There is a kind of beauty in imperfection,” wrote Conrad Hall, in a counter-culture quote.

Media mostly indicates otherwise. Years ago I saw an article headlined in a beauty magazine conveying that being slender was no longer enough, that looking good “in the buff” was the new ideal.  The teeth whitening craze suggests that straight teeth aren’t sufficient.  A nice smile is not enough.  Shiny white is the new benchmark. 

Why do we fall for this malarkey? I am as guilty as anyone of succumbing to this.  My right eye is set back farther in my head than my left one.  My right ear is lower on my skull than left ear.  My bottom teeth are crooked as the result of refusing to continue to wear my retainer after I had completed wearing braces.  I have a scar in my left eyebrow from an accident when I participated in that “verboten” activity of running in church when I was 10.  I have lost track of how many scars I have from multiple surgeries. I am capable of giving enormous focus to my weight, my hair, my loss of height due to osteoporosis.  Not all these things bother me.  None of them keep me up at night.  But I am aware of them. 

What gives me pause is the realization that this kind of focus totally skews one’s priorities.  If I wanted to pay attention to physical imperfections, the one that should concern me most is my heart murmur. In itself it is not a terrible thing.  People live with much worse. But over the years it impacted  my self-image,  creating feelings of incompetence, inadequacy, a sense of being defective. I didn’t know for a long time that there was a cause for my tiring easily, for other kids being able to remain active long after I had to quit.   Once a young woman came in for therapy and as soon as she walked in, I thought “This woman has a heart murmur.”  Sure enough, as I gathered some personal history from her, she reported she had a heart murmur.  How did I know that? Because I recognized something that she conveyed in her presence that I have experienced within myself. 

Even so, I am aware that my time and energies are better spent on cultivating those inner qualities I hope to continue to develop all my life, characteristics that have nothing to do with my body:  kindness, generosity, a loving and forgiving spirit, courage, persistence, integrity. 

Eugene Kennedy shared this powerful sentiment that puts this in perspective: “There would be no need for love if perfection were possible.  Love arises from imperfection, from our being different and always in need of the forgiveness, encouragement…”

Welcome to the human race, folks!

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus:  Early in my pursuit of ministry, I was given the book The Spirituality of Imperfection.  The author, Ernest Kurtz, had worked with alcoholics, folks who suffer from a range of feelings that lend themselves to feeling inadequate, defeated, imperfect. “Once we accept the common denominator of our own imperfection,” he wrote, “once we begin to put into practice the belief that imperfection is the reality we have most in common with all other people, then the defenses that deceive us begin to fall away, and we can begin to see ourselves and others as we all really are.”

I just completed a sermon for Sunday in which I made a comparison between how we measure children’s growth to ensure they are developing normally, are healthy and on track to be their best, with how we measure our own growth as disciples. This is my 194^th blog and, in much the same way, I am beginning to evaluate, to measure, the degree to which I have accomplished what I set out to do.

  I started this during the pandemic, with the goal to discipline myself to write regularly but also in hopes of offering something uplifting or at least of some interest. Discipline is not my forte.  I resist being tied to a routine.  Yet, with few exceptions, I have posted a blog weekly since May 2020.  Now, as I am approaching my 200^th post and my fourth anniversary, I seek to measure whether I have been faithful to the discipline, whether it has been of value to anyone, whether it is worth continuing. 

This is a reflection of where my life is now as I approach retirement from my present ministry in the fall and, in broader terms, as I am aging.  Was I faithful to the ministry, what value has it been, in what ways will I find other means to serve?  Have I been faithful to myself in my life, that is, pursued those things I felt most important, lived my values? What have I left undone that I might yet do? How do I use the time and energy I have left?

My self-assessments require a certain honesty about my limitations, my imperfections, and a willingness also to affirm myself for what I recognize have been accomplishments.  There are benefits to this, of course, well described in an April 2004 article in Psychology Today by Nando Pelusi, PhD:

“Self-appraisal is a necessary activity for navigating a course
through life. A conscious assessment of our goals, our behavior, our
relationships, our performance in all domains ultimately enables
self-improvement. It allows us to expand our options in life.

It does more. It’s another way of leading the examined life.
You deepen the experience of the life you have.

Coming clean with your errors and learning to forgive yourself for
them can become a lifelong habit. Through it, your relationship with
yourself gets better and better.”

She welcomes us to “self-appraisal” and notes that the things most amenable to change are:

• How you spend your time and with whom,

• The quality of the time you spend with others

• Other choices you can make about your self, such as how you
eat and how you drink

• Your performance in general and your performance towards
your goals.

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus:  My advice (to myself as well as any others who might take the challenge of “measurement” and self appraisal) is to give oneself a good bit of grace in the process. 😊

Watching ads for various chocolates where a woman eats one piece of chocolate as though she is in a state of ecstasy,  I have thought “Oh, sure. One piece of chocolate is going to satisfy me.” Then at Christmas I discovered a container of Sanders’ Small Batch Dark Chocolate Sea Salt Caramels.  I am finished with any other chocolate! Really, one piece is quite satisfactory.

This experience got me thinking about how I might find other areas of my life to be satisfied with less.  Chocolate is the least of my problems.  I recall being at a retreat where a woman had recently embraced Buddhism.  She had gotten rid of all of her clothes and now owned only 2 buddhist robes which she alternated wearing.  I was both envious and horrified.  I could not imagine giving up my clothes and having only two “boring” Buddhist “frocks.”

When Jenna was in college, I spent very little on clothes.  I raided her closet for clothes she had left to fill out my working wardrobe.  I remember thinking “Someday I will have a closet composed of  clothes I like.”  I have taken that to an extreme.  I have more clothes than any person needs.  I justify this by buying thrift clothes or items on sale. I give away a lot of clothes, things I don’t like as much, as more justification.   I know better.  This is a mere excuse to indulge myself.

If I’m honest, there is no telling how many other things would fall into the category of my excess….dishes, knick knacks, books, fabric.  (Did I mention jewelry?) Yet, I have found a chocolate that only takes one to satisfy my craving.  What else might I discover if I set my intention and energy towards it?

Tracking Happiness site from January 2023 offers the example of allowing ourselves to be seduced by latest model of cellphones:  “When we upgrade our smartphone to the latest model, with twice as much RAM and quadruple the number of selfie cameras, then we are unfortunately very quick to adapt to that new level of luxury.

“Therefore, this level of materialism doesn’t result in sustainable happiness.

“In contrast, spending that same amount of money on experiences and spiritual values allows us to relive these moments after they have passed. Going on an amazing road trip or buying a subscription to the local zoo has more upside potential for our happiness because we can relive these experiences after they have passed.”

“Identify the essential. Eliminate the rest,”  Leo Babauta wrote.  May we ponder  the wisdom of that and consider what actions we might be willing to take.  

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus:  In 2005, Leo Babauta was in a bad place: he was overweight, in debt, a smoker, and a procrastinator. He felt stuck and he didn’t know how to change his habits.

Then he discovered some invaluable advice to help him overcome his rut and change his habits for the long-term.He quit smoking and started running. He ran a marathon. He began waking up earlier and eating healthier. And then he started to share his learnings and experiences on his blog, Zen Habits. By the end of 2007, he had 26,000 readers, sold a book deal, got out of debt, and quit his day job.

On Zen Habits, and in his books, Leo shares tactical advice for changing and simplifying your life, being more mindful, and productive.

This week, after a lunch meeting at Whistlestop Café, I had some time before I had some duties at church.  As I took the time to leisurely stroll downtown Columbus, I thought about how I would have once described this activity as “killing time” or “wasting time,” phrases I intend never to use again.  I treasured that bit of time, with no expectation except to enjoy it.

As I age, I appreciate time in a way I never did before.  This is both asset and liability as I currently experience it.  I am more likely to allow myself to simply sit reading or thinking about nothing in particular or watching the photos scroll through my Skylight.  Yet I can veer to a sense of “time urgency” in which I make myself anxious about how much I want to accomplish and how my allotted years are much nearer the end than the beginning. 

In a Psychology Today article* I came across, the author notes that this sense of urgency about time is a uniquely modern concern.  Until the installing of medieval clocktowers, people never really knew what time it was. There was a lot of variation in how each community designated time, which eventually created problems when railways came into being and a predictable schedule became important. Thus, the British began the use of Greenwich Mean time in 1847, referred to as “railway time.” Later, the United States adopted a similar plan. With the advent of industrialization, factories needed folks to get to work on time and to work productively during the hours of their shift.  Over time, one constraint has piled on another, setting the stage for “time urgency.”

Perhaps the challenge for me, maybe for others, too, is to focus on the gift of time I am allowed.  By that approach, I am not driven; but I value each moment, treasuring it in such a way that whether working to achieve a goal, or simply enjoying the pleasure of a quiet moment, I am immersed in the awareness of the present. 

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus:  “Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.”—quote has been attributed to multiple people. 

*Refer to: Psychology Today article February 17,2021, “Time Urgency and the Pace of Life.”