Why. This week’s organization

31 12 2009

Some of you may not remember the singer/songwriter, Harry Chapin.  I do.  My whole family listened to his music a lot when I was in high school.  One night, I was doing the dishes and listening to a Harry Chapin album.  The song playing was a love song that went, “Oh, my Jenny.”  Suddenly my brother Jeff came running up the stairs from the family room to say that Harry Chapin had been killed in a car accident.  It was a sad moment for a lot of fans.

I mention all of this because this week’s organization is Why. Finding Answers for Hunger and Poverty, which was established in 1975 by Harry Chapin and radio talkshow host Bill Ayres.  A quote from their website:

WHY is convinced that solutions to hunger and poverty can be found at the grassroots level. WHY advances long-term solutions to hunger and poverty by supporting community-based organizations that empower individuals and build self-reliance, i.e., offering job training, education and after school programs; increasing access to housing and healthcare; providing microcredit and entrepreneurial opportunities; teaching people to grow their own food; and assisting small farmers. WHY connects these organizations to funders, media and legislators.

In addition to offering emergency assistance, WHY really focuses on building self-reliance and skills, so that people are helped for a lifetime, not just when in crisis.  They also sponsor the Harry Chapin Media Awards, which highlight the best writing on hunger and poverty in a variety of genres.  Definitely check out their website (link on the “Ballot” page in the sidebar).

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Control

31 12 2009

I have a few friends and family members (you know who you are, and so does everyone else) for whom control is a major issue.  It never has been for me.  In fact, I once went  to an astrologer (I was about 29 at the time) who said, “You just now figured out that you CAN exert some control over your life — up till now you’ve just assumed your life was happening and your role was to go along for the ride.”  Regardless of the accuracy of the rest of my natal chart, this particular comment really struck home.

Over the past week, especially during my time in New Mexico with my family, I struggled more than is typical with a desire to be in control — in one area in particular:  food.  When you are a guest in other people’s homes, it doesn’t feel right to dictate the food selection or to have a hissy fit if what is served isn’t quite what you wanted.  My family was very sensitive to my efforts to lose weight and my concerns about weathering the holidays without too much damage on the scale, and they bent over backwards to meet my needs.  But I still found myself confronted with options I wouldn’t have faced at home.  Of course, there were temptations to my self-discipline, like my niece Hallie’s “birds nests”.  But what I am really talking about here are the meal basics — entrees, sides, etc. — not the holiday goodies that were available in addition to the meals.

In the midst of my frustration over my lack of control,  I thought about the organizations I’ve listed on this blog who send meals to shut-ins or who operate food pantries and/or soup kitchens — and about the many individuals and families who are dependent upon these services for their daily sustenance.  And it occurred to me that one of the side-effects of being hungry (from poverty or disaster)  is that you do not get to exert any control over the food you receive, are served, or must eat to survive.  I thought it was difficult to go for a week eating what others chose to serve — and it helped me realize what a luxury the control most of us have on a daily basis truly is. 

I was thinking this very thought as my parents and I were driving to meet my sister Gwen’s family.  One of those Christmas music radio stations was on, and they were playing the Bob Geldof song written for African famine relief — at the end, they repeatedly sing the line “Feed the world”.  I’ve been listening and singing along to this song for about 20 years now.  But this line struck me anew — and I admit I got a little choked up singing it — feed the world.  In comparison to this simple imperative, it seemed silly to worry about whether I could “afford” the calories in the roast beef being served for dinner. 

It took me days to relax into the idea that I wasn’t in control of each meal’s menu; to refocus on the things that were important in the moment at hand.  Once I was able to do that, the whole food thing was a lot less stressful.  Now that I am back home and back in control of the food I’m eating, I can clearly see that I once again wasted energy focusing on the wrong things too much of the time (a lifelong bad habit).  Here, I am in control of my food choices, but I am eating alone — I find I’d rather have my mom or my sister selecting the menu if it means I get to share the meal with them.

Like I said before, I have never really had a high need for control.  It is more than time, though, to exercise control over my thinking and my tendency to be out of the moment.  Sounds like a New Year’s resolution!





December 31, 2009

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December 24, 2009

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Ghost of Christmas Past

20 12 2009

I love Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. I have read it many times, and each year I watch numerous adaptations of it on television and film.  The whole idea that it is never too late to realize what is important, never too late to change into a better version of yourself, has always appealed to me.  In fact, tonight I plan to curl up under the beautiful throw my friend Colette gave me for Christmas and watch “Scrooge”, the musical version starring Albert Finney — a film I remember seeing in the theater as a kid.

When I was younger, I found the idea of the three ghostly visitors to be frightening in a thrilling way.  Who wouldn’t want ghosts like these to visit and show you glimpses of the lives your life has touched?  This year, though, I am a little less enthralled with one particular ghoul — The Ghost of Christmas Past.

It isn’t that my memories of Christmas are difficult — in fact, I come from a Christmas-loving family who turned each holiday-related experience or activity into an annual tradition until we were fulfilling someone’s “favorite” tradition from sun-up Christmas Eve through sun-down on Christmas Day.  Elves, stockings, surprise visits from Santa himself…all of these memories I treasure.

But I also remember Christmases that began with homemade cinnamon bread with icing, followed by trays of delicious goodies, pretzels and cheese spread, stolen nibbles from the table before the actual hour of the meal arrived.  I can remember a couple of occasions when, after grazing for hours I sat down and ate two heaping helpings of every dish served.  There have been Christmas afternoons when I have lain on a sofa or floor and wondered if this was going to be the year my stomach actually exploded.

Dear Readers, I would be lying if I said I know for a fact that this year will not be like that.  One thing about getting where I am today with regard to food and weight is that I am a world-champion justifier.  And the absolute best justification in the past has been, “Its Christmas”.  Beautiful in its truth and simplicity.

In Dickens’ tale, each Ghost forces Ebineezer Scrooge to look at both the bright and dark moments of life.  My personal Ghost of Christmas Past is causing me to take a hard look at how it happened that I confused eating foods I love with feeling loved.  It is also asking me to keep in mind that, like Scrooge, I have been equating my emotional need with the very real need felt by so many. This is how I have justified hoarding and loading up rather than open-handedly sharing bounty I’ve been given;  it is how I have justified overindulgences of many kinds.  Scrooge and I, in our relative wealth and comfort, have both been too self-focused. 

Thursday morning, Christmas Eve, I will weigh-in on the scale at my sister Gwen’s home.  It will reveal a momentary snapshot of where I am on this quest to both change myself and make a difference for others.  I want to thank all of you for your support and encouragement these past few weeks.  I know that whatever the scale says this week or next, you will continue to offer these wonderful gifts. 

May the holiday season be bright with light and laughter for us all.  And may it be said of each of us, as in the end it was said of Scrooge — that if anyone knows how to keep Christmas, we do!





HACAP

20 12 2009

This week’s hunger relief organization is a local, Eastern Iowa,  agency named HACAP (Hawkeye Area Community Action Program.  Their tag line: “A help up, not a hand out.”  HACAP is a member of the Feeding America network of food programs.  I’ve copied, below, some of the accomplishments of their food resevoir program.  They can be found at http://www.hacap.org.  HACAP’s programs make a real difference throughout this community.

The Food Reservoir Program:

  • Distributes approximately 1.4 million pounds of food to local organizations;
  • Provides over 5,000 food boxes a year for families in need;
  • Serves as a food distributor for Holiday Assistance Programs, which help over 2,800 families annually
  • Operates the HACAP Adopt-a-Family Program that links over 300 families with individuals and organizations wishing to donate food and gifts to needy families; and
  • Saves the 103 partner agencies over $2,000,000 in food costs, based on wholesale costs, thereby allowing them to spend those funds on other program activities and services.




December 17, 2009

17 12 2009

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No technical difficulties today!  On my way to work out, so will keep today’s post short: feeling good today!