Christmas carols for secular humanists

UU chaliceWhen it comes to enjoying Christmas music, I’m lucky I was raised as a Unitarian Universalist.

Most UUs of my parents’ generation and earlier came to the UU fellowship as refugees from some Christian denomination or other. They were wise enough to bring their favorite hymns and carols with them.

Since we sang plenty of carols about Jesus our Savior and the Lord and all, but weren’t required to believe anything, I develeoped an agnostic distance from the lyrics. Not to offend any true believers, but I enjoyed them in the same way I enjoyed fairytales—as marvelous stories.

nativity painting

The story of Christmas is one of the most appealing in the Bible, after all. Good guys, bad guys, kings, lowly folks, a baby, animals, a happy ending if you don’t think ahead to Easter

I’m fond of carols that focus on the human side of the story. Here’s an Appalachian carol with a dig at rich folk:

Jesus, Jesus, rest your head
You have got a manger bed
All the evil folk on earth
Sleep in feathers at their birth
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head
You have got a manger bed

Have you heard about our Jesus?
Have you heard about his fate?
How his mother came to the stable
On that Christmas Eve so late?
Winds were blowing, cows were lowing,
Stars were glowing, glowing, glowing

Jesus, Jesus, rest your head
You have got a manger bed

What would your 13-year-old self think?

Continuing the focus on my teen years, if my 13 year old self met me today she would:

…be very happy that I found a home in a town of congenial people, good music, and helpful healers
…be blown away by how much pain I shed in co-counseling, and how light my spirit is
…be sad that I still have fatigue problems, but impressed at how I’ve researched and managed them
…be aghast that I can’t eat even one bite of fruit
…feel smug that I achieved modest success without a college degree
…be disappointed I hadn’t figured out how to end war, cruelty and injustice
…adore my friends and coworkers
…be very surprised that I work and play with computers
…find it hard to believe that a job existed that matches my quirks so well
…wish I hiked more
…envy my musical knowledge and collection
…cry relieved and hopeful tears, seeing how contented I am

Thanks to Westi for the inspiration.

Photos later. I need to dig them out and get them scanned.

My teen years: Judy Collins and the Smiling Project

Ah, adolescence. Depression and isolation? Yes indeedy. How do any of us get through? It’s enough of a bummer to start really taking in the horrible state of the adult world around you, without having to struggle for your own sanity.

Let me be clear: my material circumstances were great. I had a loving family and a comfortable home. My relatively happy kid self (I must dig out unhappy teen photos later):

Jessi at about eleven with dog Katrinka and cat Brother

At twelve or so, I was on a downward slide. I was feeling increasingly sick and exhausted. I knew instinctively that I had unusual health problems, but they were too vague and mysterious for the doctor to diagnose. (Turned out to be weak digestion plus resulting malnutrition.)

I dreaded turning thirteen. For one thing, I didn’t want to turn into a “Girl” who “Likes” “Boys.” I wanted everyone to keep being kids and keep playing with each other. But the pressure was coming on. I had to make sure that “Boys” would accept me as a “Girl” to be an okay person.

Then there was the looming specter of adulthood. College, perhaps a PhD, was expected of me. And then I’d have to make a living somehow, though I had no idea what I wanted to do.

These terrors helped trigger a decision to diet. I became anorexic and fairly skeletal. It didn’t really improve my life, though I thought I looked better (I didn’t, but anorexia is a delusional disease) and felt marginally safer in my right to exist. Getting skinny – surprise! didn’t cure my fears, didn’t end my sadness and cynicism and isolation.

I clung fiercely to my escape mechanisms: studying, science fiction, music, and sugar. I spent many hours curled in fetal position in my dark bedroom, wishing for oblivion.

My sister helped me stop starving myself, at least. But otherwise, I kept sliding down. It wasn’t till I was about fifteen or sixteen that I hit the bottom of my lonely well. I knew I wasn’t going to kill myself, so what to do? I guessed I had to live, somehow.

I made a very conscious and determined decision to turn my twisted self outward and relate to other people. Thus Jessi’s Smiling Project was born, though I had no name for it. I knew I needed baby steps, though.

Smiling Project

Stage 1. Make eye contact with and smile at everyone
Stage 2. Say hello to them
Stage 3. Ask them questions about themselves

I had to make this commitment over and over again. It was difficult to smile when I felt sad, say hello when I felt like crawling into a corner. Every day after school, after a day of trying to connect with people, I’d come home and head for the stereo.

Judy Collins: Living

My mom had Judy Collins’ Living album. I’d slap it on the turntable.

Judy Collins listening instructions

1. Set the needle to the beginning of the fifth track
2. Listen, crying heart out, till the end of the track
3. Repeat

Okay, okay, here’s the mp3!

Judith’s Song (Open the Door)

Sometimes I remember the old days
When the world was filled with sorrow
You might have thought I was livin’, but I was all alone

In my heart the rain was fallin’
The wind blew, the night was callin’
Come back, come back, I’m all you’ve ever known

Chorus:
Open the door and come on in
I’m so glad to see you my friend
You’re like a rainbow comin’ around the bend
And when I see you happy,
Well, it sets my heart free
I’d like to be as good a friend to you as you are to me

There were friends who could always see me
Through the haze their smiles would reach me
Saying okay, saying goodbye, saying hello

Soon I knew that what I was after
Was life and love, tears and laughter
Hello my good friend, hello my darlin’
What do you know

(Chorus)

I used to think it was only me
Feeling alone, not feeling free
To be alive, to be a friend

Now I know we all have stormy weather
The sun shines through when we’re together
I’ll be your friend right through to the end

(Chorus)
(Chorus again, sung to plural friends this time)

After catharsis, continue with Smiling Project.

That, my friends, is how I survived adolescence. How about you?

Stuffed portobello mushrooms

Portobello mushrooms

I made a double recipe of these for my friends’ Western Drive Thanksgiving potluck. They got gobbled up.

Stuffed portobello mushrooms

4 large portobello mushrooms

Marinade:

1/3 c medium dry sherry
3 T red wine vinegar
1 T minced garlic
1 T minced shallot
1/2 c olive oil
1/2 c canola oil
3 T minced fresh herbs (basil, parsley, thyme, sage, and/or chives)
salt and pepper to taste

In a small saucepan boil sherry until reduced by about half and let cool. In a bowl whisk together the sherry, vinegar, garlic, shallot, oils, herbs, and salt and pepper.

Remove stems from mushrooms (you can use them in soup some other time). Add mushroom caps to a large plastic bag. Pour the marinade in and seal the bag, pressing out extra air. Put bag in a bowl. Marinate in the fridge, turning bag once or twice, at least 30 minutes and up to 2 hours.

Stuffing:

1 white onion
1/4 c unsalted butter or vegan butter substitute
1 T minced basil
1/4 c minced parsley
1 1/2 c fine bread crumbs
1 c fresh grated Parmesan

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Mince the onion. Saute in butter or vegan substitute until soft. Transfer to a bowl and stir in remaining stuffing ingredients and salt and pepper to taste.

Remove mushrooms from bag and arrange gill side up in a large baking pan. Divide stuffing among mushrooms and press evenly into caps.

Pour:

1/2 cup warm water
1/4 cup medium dry sherry

around mushrooms and bake 20 to 25 minutes, or until stuffing is golden brown.