Author: Jana

  • 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.

  • day’s-eye


    day’s-eye, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

  • Book Club: Dispossessed

    If you haven’t yet weighed in on our last book group selection, “The Ones Who Walk From Omelas,” please do so soon! I’d like us all to get focused on our next selection: Dispossessed, by Ursula LeGuin.

    Can we also set up a time to meet and discuss in person and/or via webcam? If you’d like to join in the pilgrimgirl bookgroup meeting, please drop a line in the comments and let me know which of these three dates would work best for you: April 22, 27, or 29. If you’d like to join in via webcam, chime in on the best dates for you, too.

    Oh, and we’ll be meeting at chez pilgrimgirl in Irvine, CA. :)

  • just hangin’


    lapkitty, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    This is how I spend much of my day–hanging out on the bed reading with a warm lapkitty keepin’ me cozy.

    Yah, I know there are lots of you out there who aren’t catpeople. I wasn’t one for the first 32 years of my life, so I can relate. But now that I’m converted, there’s no going back. :)

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  • a pilgrimgirl survey (participate and win a prize!)

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  • i heart you


    bleeding hearts, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    Sending this lovey-dovey flower photo out to all of you! Thanks for reading and enjoying my little corner of the blogworld.

  • consider the lilies of the field…

    What surprised me most about attending the LDS Church on Sunday? The way the attendees were dressed.

    Let me speak a bit first about the way my Quaker Friends dress for church. The men generally wear khakis, jeans or shorts with t-shirts, polos, or button-downs. Occasionally one will wear a sweater. I don’t recall every seeing a tie, suit, white dress shirt, or dress shoes on a male Friend.

    The women’s clothes are quite similar. Some of the women wear nice jewelry, as in a pair of amber teardrop earrings. A few of the older female friends wear dressy scarves or jackets. I’ve seen the women wear loafers, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair of pumps, wedges, or high heels in Meeting. Clogs, sandals or athletic-style shoes are most common. Many Friends wear the same clothes each Sunday. I usually wear my serviceable long-ish black polyester skirt (this same skirt that I’ve had for 10 years and accompanies me on all of my overseas travel because of its indestructibility) with a t-shirt, sweater, or blouse. Sometimes I wear pants, but not as often as a skirt because we do laundry on Sunday afternoon and I rarely have any clean pants on Sunday morning.

    Allright now, back to LDS. Many of the younger women looked dressed as if they were headed to a club. Slinky, clingy fabrics. Very short skirts. Plunging necklines. All in the latest fashions (at least, I am making that assumption given that I know so little about fashion) With all of the makeup, jewelry, and high-heeled shoes to match. The men, of course, wore the requisite dark suits, white shirts, and ties. With expensive-looking leather dress shoes and belts. I found the men quite intimidating–I haven’t been around ‘suits’ in months (no one in academia dresses like that). I hadn’t realized how overwhelming such clothing can be. It gave me pause as I considered how the LDS might appear quite daunting and over-the-top corporate to newcomers.

    As I reflected on this later, it seemed odd to me that the LDS women were dressed so worldly, so ‘immodestly.’ At Quaker Meeting I’ve never seen a mini-skirt or any cleavage. Yet Quakers have no rules or restrictions about the clothing of their members. And the LDS are counseled to dress modestly, even having this reinforced/policed by the nature of their temple garments.

    Interesting…

  • Make me smile…

    -the man in the plant nursery parking lot who, when he saw my peace bumper sticker, told me how cool it was and then proceeded to take off his shirt and show me his various peace & love tattoos.
    -My long-lost Great Aunt Deloris
    -TobyCat curling up in the “blankie tunnel” under my bent knee as I study
    -the scent of the new grapefruit handsoap in our bathroom
    -These heavenly-tasting scones.

  • fern


    fern, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    I love the way that the top of this frond is unfolding. And how the stem is all rough and hairy.

    The things that you notice when you have the opportunity to look closely.

  • On “wearing my wings”* or wearing a yoke or attending Sunday School today

    So I went to LDS Sunday School today. For those who are wondering, it wasn’t because I am contemplating a ‘return to the fold.’ (Please don’t be confused here. Really.)

    I’m currently grappling with ideas of where my alliances lie–with respect to friends, to community, and to institutions (like the Church).* After thinking long and hard about this yesterday, I’ve decided that my greatest loyalty of these, by far, is to my friends. Hands down. As I’ve said before, I do have the bestest friends.

    So one of these friends was teaching today. And as he’s someone who’ll be moving on soon, I wanted very much to support him and to savor this opportunity to learn from him and the ways that he views the world. What a pleasant surprise to arrive at the meeting and discover that his lesson was on Matthew 11:28-30. These are, perhaps, the three verses of the Bible that have seen me though more dark nights than any other. They’ve been a balm to my raw wounds, especially those that festered so painfully after my father died. Such beautiful sentiments and promises, therein. Despite my current unbelief in LDS doctrine, these memories are still precious to me.

    Sitting there, it was difficult, at first, to concentrate on the lesson. I’m so used to quiet, to letting Spirit wash over me in that silence of Quaker worship, that the words were disruptive. I had a hard time moving from thought to thought through the lesson. I wanted time to pause, to let it sink in. But of course it doesn’t work that way in LDS practice. So when the words and ideas were moving too quickly I let my gaze rest on my brothers and sisters in the room. I was surprised to see so many familiar faces given the gianormous size of the ward. That was joy. I sent my love to each of them and I hope they felt it. I hope that my presence there didn’t make it difficult for anyone else to feel uplifted. I hope that the example of the love of Christ (for, from, and like Christ–as JW so eloquently articulated in his lesson) is a lingua franca that can overcome any barriers or frustrations that others may feel for me. And I for them.

    *Notes: 1) The wings reference is from this poem. 2) My loyalties to myself, to John, and to my children trump those to friends, but those aren’t what I’ve been fretting about lately…

    “Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart; and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

  • On "wearing my wings"* or wearing a yoke or attending Sunday School today

    So I went to LDS Sunday School today. For those who are wondering, it wasn’t because I am contemplating a ‘return to the fold.’ (Please don’t be confused here. Really.)

    I’m currently grappling with ideas of where my alliances lie–with respect to friends, to community, and to institutions (like the Church).* After thinking long and hard about this yesterday, I’ve decided that my greatest loyalty of these, by far, is to my friends. Hands down. As I’ve said before, I do have the bestest friends.

    So one of these friends was teaching today. And as he’s someone who’ll be moving on soon, I wanted very much to support him and to savor this opportunity to learn from him and the ways that he views the world. What a pleasant surprise to arrive at the meeting and discover that his lesson was on Matthew 11:28-30. These are, perhaps, the three verses of the Bible that have seen me though more dark nights than any other. They’ve been a balm to my raw wounds, especially those that festered so painfully after my father died. Such beautiful sentiments and promises, therein. Despite my current unbelief in LDS doctrine, these memories are still precious to me.

    Sitting there, it was difficult, at first, to concentrate on the lesson. I’m so used to quiet, to letting Spirit wash over me in that silence of Quaker worship, that the words were disruptive. I had a hard time moving from thought to thought through the lesson. I wanted time to pause, to let it sink in. But of course it doesn’t work that way in LDS practice. So when the words and ideas were moving too quickly I let my gaze rest on my brothers and sisters in the room. I was surprised to see so many familiar faces given the gianormous size of the ward. That was joy. I sent my love to each of them and I hope they felt it. I hope that my presence there didn’t make it difficult for anyone else to feel uplifted. I hope that the example of the love of Christ (for, from, and like Christ–as JW so eloquently articulated in his lesson) is a lingua franca that can overcome any barriers or frustrations that others may feel for me. And I for them.

    *Notes: 1) The wings reference is from this poem. 2) My loyalties to myself, to John, and to my children trump those to friends, but those aren’t what I’ve been fretting about lately…

    “Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart; and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

  • Sabbath


    periwinkle, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
    I keep it staying at home,
    With a bobolink for a chorister,
    And an orchard for a dome.

    Some keep the Sabbath in surplice;
    I just wear my wings,
    And instead of tolling the bell for church,
    Our little sexton sings.

    God preaches, — a noted clergyman, —
    And the sermon is never long;
    So instead of getting to heaven at last,
    I’m going all along!
    ~Emily Dickinson