Author: Jana

  • translucent


    blue, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    This flower is called ‘blue fairy.’ I think it lives up to its name quite well.

    Today it was supposed to rain, but it never did. I planned my day all indoors, thinking that out-of-doors wouldn’t be an option. Now I’m feeling antsy and cooped-up. Too much studying, methinks.

    Tomorrow I will plan to head to the gym first thing. To get out some of this extra energy left over from today. And then I will head to the garden to visit my new plants. :)

    Update: The garden was gorgeous this morning. Lot of weeds, though, that I’ll need to attack soon. Oh, and my garden neighbor disposed of the dead gopher that’s been molderin’ under my favorite rosebush. Yay for brave garden neighbors (I was way too chicken to move the rotting carcass. bleh.)

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  • mormon-ness?

    There’s something that’s been bugging me. I’ve been hesitant to blog about it because I want to think I don’t care. But I do.

    So, I’ve written before about whether or not I’m an ‘active’ Mormon. Over time I’m certainly becoming less insistent on calling myself active. I don’t think of myself or label myself in that way anymore, really. Am I active in Mormon studies, in thinking about Mormon issues? Yes. Am I active in the LDS church? No.

    But what really bugs me are these people in the bloggernacle (the Mormon blogosphere) who, whenever I write something, make these comments about how I’m not Mormon anymore. That’s just not true. My name is still on the church rolls, and I still have a Home and a Visiting Teacher.

    I don’t know why it bothers me that they do this. I guess it’s because I’m all about getting to define myself the way that I want to. It’s like this discussion I had with some Friends on Sunday–one is a Hindu Quaker. She was asking me why I can’t be both Mormon and Quaker. I was trying to explain to her how hard that is–that there are all kinds of ways that Mormon-ness is ‘policed.’ Yet the more I thought about it, I realized that if these same people in the Bloggernacle were, say, assigned to home teach an ‘inactive’ or less active Mormon, I doubt they would show up on their doorstep and say, “Hey, you’re not Mormon anymore” or any such thing. So why is it that people will say this to me online? And why do total strangers care so much about my church membership anyways? How is it that they can know how ‘Mormon’ I am without even asking me personally (or w/o speaking to my bishop)?

    The Church counts its membership in terms of how many people are listed in the records. I’m still there. I’m still being counted. And that’s important to me.

    And I’m also on the roster of my Quaker Meeting. And that’s important to me, too.

  • dancing lady


    dancing lady, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    Fuschias are so picturesque–they are almost too elegant, too pretty to look “real.”

    The best part about this photo, though, isn’t the flower itself. Look closely at the base of the white petals–see those two little rascally aphids down there? :)

  • repeating events

    On Sunday John cooked up a French breakfast for us–complete with soft-boiled eggs, freshly-toasted baguette, ham (for the meat eaters) and steamed milk beverages for each member of the family. Really it tasted so much like we were in Paris, I was almost fooled for a moment.

    So hats off to French breakfasts–what a pleasant way to start the Sabbath. And, FYI, I think that repeating event on John’s monthly calendar, the one that says “be extra nice to Dilly* this week,” is really paying off.

    It’s nice to be so loved.

    *Did you know this is John’s nickname for me? If not, you do now. ;)

  • berry pretty flower


    berry pretty flower, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    This is a wee strawberry blossom. Can’t wait to see it bear fruit (yum!).

    Today my lil’ sister complimented me on my photos. That is high praise, indeed, coming from an artist like she is–a painter, quilter, and decorator. Yesterday I ordered some prints of my garden pics for hanging in the groovy frames that John picked up for me at Ikea last week. :)

  • what I wore to church today


    what I wore to church today, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    For a few years I’ve been coveting this belt–the buckle is the seatbelt from a Mustang. So John picked it up for me yesterday as a random surprise (john: you rock!). So of course I had to wear it to church today so I could feel extra fancy as I worshiped in Friends’ Meeting.

    Note: I drove a vintage 70s mustang in high school, courtesy of my deceased grandpa (it’d been his car until his death). That car was coo-oool, down to the peeling-off vinyl on the top and to the driver’s side door that came completely off the hinges whenever it was opened (I often entered the car ‘Dukes of Hazard’ style to avoid the door issue). My nostalgia for the “Crus-tang” is still strong. And now I can revel in that each time I put on my pants. :)

  • on simplicity…


    peach blossom, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    Manifest plainness,
    Embrace simplicity,
    Reduce selfishness,
    Have few desires.
    ~ Lao-tzu (604 BC – 531 BC), The Way of Lao-tzu

  • it’s a small world


    nightstand, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    Here’s a photo of my nightstand/drawers with a couple of favorite candles on top.

    Because we live in such a small space (~700 sq ft), we have to live ‘small’ in almost every aspect of our lives. Here’s an example: the top drawer of this nightstand holds my pajamas: my favorite blue plaid PJ pants, a t-shirt, a few prs of nylon shorts that double as exercise clothes, and a knit hoodie for cold nights; the middle drawer holds my underwear: tops, bottoms and 2 slips; the bottom drawer contains my sewing supplies and a few items that need to live in the nightstand of any happy couple.

    When I was younger (and single) I had large drawers–easily 3 times the size of these–devoted to each of the above categories (except for the latter one).

    Note: I lightly photoshopped this picture–changing it to grayscale and heightening the contrast just a smidge.

  • because it’s spring

    Tomorrow I intend to spend much of my day in the garden. I have so much unfinished business to work on, and I need to feel the sun on my face (too many hours indoors and under the weather with a cold this week).

    Two new blogs that I’m reading featured some lovely spring thoughts and photos. Check them out…

    Lymphopo’s entry today at As The Tumor Turns made me reflect on my own joy at seeing yet another Spring:

    I’ll never forget last August, when I thought I had advanced lung cancer and at most three months to live. One day a bulb catalog arrived in the mail, and I burst into tears, believing I would never live to see another spring with its tulips and hyacinths and daffodils. But: it’s spring again, and here I am.

    Sara writing at Moving Right Along gives a beautiful and haunting reminder of life’s ephemerality:

    This is not to say that we should all take our cameras with us wherever we go, or that moments die if we don’t record them. They don’t; after all, like a lot of beautiful things I’ve seen, I didn’t photograph this one moment, but I still remember that day, that pink sky, the way that specific charming little house looked all frosted with real ice and trimmed with lace behind glass, and how my day had led me to stand there and look at it. This is to say, camera or no, this day, this vision, this record, whatever record you make, on paper, on pixel, on protein in your skull, on empty air forgotten as soon as it is exhaled, this opportunity is here for you to love right now and right now only. The people you pass, even if they are grimly visaged and seem determined to stay that way, you don’t know the truth of their lives. You don’t know but that maybe one smile and one remark reveling in the fact that you both breathe, right now, today, could be the only thing that will intersect with any of their moments this week and make them smile.

    What about you, what are your thoughts and feelings as you see the world waking up around you this season?

  • a reading

    For your enjoyment: my short creative nonfiction piece, “Pose”, which blends the experiences of Mormonism, yoga, cancer, and disability with my urgent desire to connect to the divine. This story appeared in the March 2004 issue of Sunstone magazine.

    Listen to Pose.mp3

  • iris, at night


    iris, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    A study in using the flash on my camera. How to show the vivid purples and yellows of this flower against such a dark backdrop.

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  • Guest Post: RJohn on “Isostacy”

    Folks, please give a warm welcome to RJohn, for his inaugural guest post here at pilgrimgirl…

    Notes Toward a General Theory of Mormon Isostacy

    From the beginning, a confession: I am not qualified to speak on the question of how to avoid anxiety. I have often felt it. I do not enjoy it (even in Heidegger’s sense that anxiety opens your mind to a truer sense of “being”–I still don’t like it). And I still sometimes feel it, emptying out my chest in panic-filled breathing. This may come as a surprise to some people who know me, and perhaps old news to others. For those who have never had anxiety, you have to understand, there is not always a “cause.” Sometimes it just comes to you, disconnected from whatever is happening, and its sudden appearance is strange and terrifying (and in occasional rare moments, I have even felt this terror as something “beautiful,” as though I were approaching a deep and breathtaking chasm). I say this because I am convinced that my anxieties are not “caused” by my ambiguous relationship with god/church, or “caused” by the stressful exigencies of my chosen career, or even “caused” by the existentialist and post-structuralist theories I have learned to negotiate. They just are.

    And in this sense, I am probably not the person to turn to for advice on finding an emotional balance in life. Most of what I can offer here on “religious isostacy” is a path that is difficult and fraught with dangers. But I do it because I have found that there are many people like me for whom the idea of leaving a religious community seems painful and unnecessary, even though they go on being exposed to unconscionable discourse (in the sense that their “conscience” is damaged in failing to either speak against certain policies or resoundingly renounce one’s attachment to certain ideas).

    But let me try to get at what I mean by “religious isostacy.” The term “isostacy” is one I have borrowed from geology (and I’m not a geologist–yet another reason not to trust you, John! ). It’s definition has to do with seismic equilibrium in the earth’s crust: “a condition in which the forces tending to elevate balance those tending to depress; a state in which pressures from every side are equal.” You’ll find “isos” in other words conveying “balance” or “equilibrium,” such as in an isosceles triangle. If you write “isostacy” and try to spell check it, you get the suggestion “apostasy,” but of course they are not the same words at all, and this is really why I like it. Everyone knows what religious apostasy means. It means leaving the community, physically, but retaining a kind of fetishistic fascination for it (hating it almost as passionately as one might have loved it earlier in life). It means cutting off one’s self in terms of community, devotion ( i.e. not paying tithing or wearing the garment), and feelings, but not in mission. The apostate still wants to be in the church, but demands (or writes manifestos demanding) that the organization change in fundamental ways before s/he will return.

    This is, of course, the path that John and Jana are on now. And it is not one that I condemn (even though I do regret not seeing them around more often). In fact, I can even see the path of apostasy as a courageous act. My point, however, in introducing this idea of religious isostacy is that apostasy need not be the only response to the kinds of feelings and experiences people have in the church when confronted with doctrinal or cultural dissonance. As with many things, I get very suspicious when people tell me that there are only two possible options for things (apostasy or orthodoxy, war or appeasement, etc.)

    So let me try to be more specific about what I mean by religious “isostacy” as opposed to “apostasy.” In Billy Wilder’s 1960 movie “The Apartment” Jack Lemmon is a mid-level corporate manager with a number of quirky looks and sayings. One of his little catch-phrases is “That’s the way it crumbles . . . cookie-wise.” It’s corny, but sort of endearing too. After watching the film, I found myself riffing on the phrase in little ways (“that’s the way it bounces…ball-wise”–keeping these to myself, of course. I’d never be so corny in real life!). One day, as I was thinking about my complex relationship with Mormonism, I said something to myself like “Well, that’s just the way I’m thinking, other-wise”). And it struck me that “thinking otherwise” encapsulated nearly everything going on in my weird head at the moment: my doubts about doctrine, my love for Mormon friends and family, my search for the Truth of Mormon history–all of it in this one phrase. Thinking otherwise and thinking “other”-wise. The former is to begin thinking outside of orthodoxy, to be conscious that there are broader possibilities in the world, to have doubts (for me) about things like golden plates, seer stones, priesthood, and polygamy (that would be “other wives” rather than “otherwise” ha ha). But the latter is to be acutely aware that there are there important “others” in your life, “others” that you did not choose– wise to the “others” in the sense that you can sense how much you need them, how much those relationships make you who you are (and maybe even offer wisdom to some of them when they too begin sensing otherwise). Sometimes these “others” understand and even share your thinking otherwise, and sometimes they do not.

    For Mormon “isostates,” then, I recommend the following:

    1) Acknowledge, freely, at appropriate moments, that you have doubts, and that you believe very little about the finer points of Mormon dogma (and perhaps even that you find certain dogmas unhealthy or dangerous).

    2) Do not feel compelled to shout your version of Truth about the universe from the rooftops (or, if you like, your conviction that there is a lack of Truth about the universe).

    3) Reaffirm your commitment to the Mormon community by doing the sorts of things that connect you to that community (not drinking, paying tithing, going to church, etc).

    4) Remember that many Mormons and non-Mormons will not understand your isostacy. It may even seem crazy to them, so be willing to live with that.

    5) Remember that if you did leave (i.e. move from isostacy to apostasy), it would be tumultuous and difficult, but life would go on. It is possible that you may eventually find something outside of Mormonism that provides you with a greater “seismic equilibrium” (I say this because knowing that you CAN leave and be okay is crucial to knowing that you are choosing to stay, and not being forced to stay).

    6) Get involved in Sunstone, Dialogue, and other communities where you will find other souls in a similar isostatic state (and I could point here to Levi Peterson’s sense of being a “Christian by yearning,” or Wayne Booth’s notion of “hypocrisy upwards”–but there are many).

    Whether or not this will bring anyone relief or happiness, I do not know. But I am convinced that thinking otherwise/other-wise is a possible road, one that I’ve been on for some time now, and it has been good to me.