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Fat (A poem about beauty)

Breeze...
over my arm- 
the sound of cars- the smell of coffee
I sit

My shirt
Buttons stressed over my bulging stomach...

I don't know what I look like anymore
I can't even hear my voice over the cacophony of shoulds and aughts
     so many I don't know where to start

My shirt cuts into the fat under my arm.
I am not warm- as the sweat builds on my upper lip. 

Years of should and aught-
my body broken under its own weight
the stiffness in my shoulder
The pain in my wrist as I write these words.

I am too old to hate my body
Too old to care
Now I just
          -live
Original text of my notebook
Espresso with Chalice

My Day Off: a poem about depression and adhd

I have prepared my papers 
I have done my research
It is time to sit and do
The thing I’ve always wanted to do. 

But a cup of coffee would be nice to go with it
Steamy, rich…
And I do have that new coffee maker
And even some sweet cream. 

Wait how many beans do I grind?
I will have to look it up again
Where was it 
I can’t remember… 

You know what I should do
Create a notebook with this info
Just a place to jot down important stuff
OOH I’ll just use my organizer

Oh shoot, I am behind with my organizer
What did I do the other day
To record it for my timesheet
I need to be better with this thing

Oh Yeah, that happened
I can’t believe that happened
I can’t believe they did that
Or I said that… 

Ugh… 
What was I doing again. 
All I can think of is that thing they said
Or that I did… 

If I could just focus
I wouldn’t get so behind
But today is my day off
I was going to do something special

But I can’t believe they said that
Or that I did that
I need to think of something else
Or I’ll go insane

It’l be like the last time
and It will just get worse
Ok, time to think of something else
Why am I so stupid?

STOP
BEING
STUPID
DAMMIT

Hope Comes in the Morning: A poem about waking up

Not mud, nor a shell, just cold
Leaving the loving embrace 
So soft, so warm, not cold
hugged by a fluffy weight

But waken we must
And forward we go
The dark night is my friend
But so is the light of day

Because hope comes in the morning
Even when it’s ignored. 

I get what you say
Just let me sleep longer
You can’t
There are musts to do

And those musts will have their do
And you won’t even hate it
Your just comfy right now
hugged by a fluffy weight. 

Because hope comes in the morning
Even when it’s ignored. 

You will sing songs
About sorrows and joys
You will feed puppies
Who love you without question

The musts aren’t that bad
if I can just move a bit
To embrace the cold morning
Though hugged by a fluffy weight

Because hope comes in the morning 
Even when it’s ignored. 

Chrysalis

I have been reflecting on my ADHD and Depression through poetry, I hope you enjoy this poem about getting out of bed in the morning.

The worm begets her work today
In the Chrysalis she makes
And all the energy involved
As through the shell she breaks. 

I wonder of the texture touch
The one her hands have found
When the future needs thee push
I wish to not be ‘round. 

The sun breaks through the window pain
In the cold cold winter air. 
The warmth beneath the blankets call
And scream not tarry there

The shell around my body firm
The need outside it roars
And though I’d rather not go out
Nay breaking winter storm

The winter of my life it comes
Even when the spring begets
And lost are days and sometimes found
For death above regret. 

A Poem About the Hard Days

Some days are filled with riot
Some days are full of rancor
Some days full of hard hard work
And some of battles wild

Other days just like nights
And sleepy sleepy echoes
When all the day long nothing comes
And …Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, ugh… 

And God’s own Son they called him Christ
A busy busy bee
Would turn the temple tables 
And thousands he would feed

But the night with ebon pinyon 
He brooded or the vale
He sought the lone embrace
An absent father fails. 

But even other lighter days
He’d sit and walk with friends
Or alone for thirty years
Just trying to blend in. 

I wonder if Christ’s depression
Was anything like mine
I wonder if he tossed and turned
And finally his night resigned? 

Or if there were days no living face
Could rouse him from his bed
Even in the early 
Before the thorns up on his head

Oh hell, I don’t know 
It’s just a thought of mine
Oh, holy Christ I just don’t know
Where all my hope has gone

And the blankest days
And the empty nights 
And the times of muddled mind
[I had a thought now gone]

Christmas in Short

A Cheesy Christmas Poem from Mississippi Because There aren’t many.

By Justin and Alicia McCreary

It’s Christmas day in shorts
Because I live here in Mississippi

It’s Christmas day in shorts
No smoke going up the chimney

But still the lights adorn the house
And comfy outside is the mouse

Where the mosquitoes fly to and fro
and my Christmas sweater does not go

For tee-shirts and shorts to enjoy cornbread dressing
Barbecue pork my shirt up, is messing

Sweet potato pie, and brisket to boast
Black eyed peas and a visit from the holy ghost

Then afternoon comes and we turn the AC
Because of the meat sweats while we watch TV

Holiday movies we’ve all seen before
Oh look some deviled eggs, I think I’ll have more.

Wait did aunt Peggy just bring Oyster Dressing
And when did this gumbo show up I was missing.

I suspect I am full, but I can have a little bit more
After pecan pie, and collard greens comes napping I’m sure.

We’ve moved all the folding chairs, borrowed from church
And we’re napping and napping, and yawning…. (Snore Sound)

Wait what was I doing? I think I’ll have another slice of pie!

And then we take leftovers in sacks from Piggly Wiggly.
Where did this Jello come from so jiggly.

And then as we leave we stand in the driveway
as another hour passes and goodbye we say.

Because Christmas down here seldom has snow
But in the heat, and mosquitos there’s love that we show.

Love baked in treats, and savory foods
Love in the hearts, in the souls and the moods.

Because Christmas down here is different than songs
For Christmas in Shorts, never goes wrong.

Chewing and the Art of Biting off Too Much.

Like many of you the most recent pandemic has been very difficult for me. I learned a lot about myself, most of which is that I was not prepared to live though a pandemic. During this time, I often found that I was keeping myself busy. During times like this I often learn something new and continue to work through older things I’ve learned. Basically, I pick up hobbies. I did find however, that through quarantine I struggled with my depression and anxiety. And just in case you are curious, I don’t bare shame about my depression and anxiety. In fact, I am open about them. I choose, as a minister and all-around human being, to be open about them because of social stigma around mental health. Mental health is no different than any other health issue, in fact the refusal to practice self-care around mental health exacerbates other issues you may have. But that isn’t the topic I have chosen for today.

As a religious person, I try to practice spirituality, you might have heard this called spiritual practice. One of the ways I do this is through living authentically. Jean-Paul Sartre once said, “My life and my philosophy are one and the same.” When I consider spiritual practice, I think of Brother Lawrence and Saint Therese Lafleur. I think of my life lived as spiritual practice, also what makes me feel alive. The biggest thing that helps me through difficult time is throwing myself into something I’ve never done and learning a moderate proficiency in it. Often these are the things I post about in my blogs. The problem is that during the pandemic I started to learn a lot of different things, and the one thing I didn’t feel like was processing those things spiritually.

I had plans, during the pandemic do write about my Commodore 64, but before I could I started baking. I actually prepared some articles on the baking but before them I threw myself into a live action role playing game called “Call of Cthulhu.” I was considering an article on that, when I began to work on my ham radio license.

While all this was happening, I lost two canine members of the family, you may have seen my post about Princess, two weeks later we lost our friend Gizmo, he was a shock, his death broke me. Oh and there was work, adapting the church to a fully online model took a lot of time. I no longer just though about how to have a service, but how to do it livestreaming and archiving legally.

However, having said all of that, I hope to still add posts about bread baking, my Commodore 64, RPG, Ham Radio, spirituality, and even my friend Gizmo. I am beginning to feel renewed, let’s hope for a while.

I have a Quick Question

When I was new to Unitarian Universalism a lot of my friends and family wanted to know more about the religion. After doing a fairly “shoddy” job of explaining it I would get the response, “So it’s not really a religion then.” I was always confused by that statement, because after my time with the UU church I came to see what many would call “true religion.” My Christian heritage actually defines true religion, and I have seen it as long as I have been a UU.

Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to care for orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.

-James 1:27

In fact there are two big things that strike me the most about this statement: first, UU’s do this without having to fear God will strike them dead or send them to hell–care is part of our nature; and second, we are not afraid to make it part of our politics. UU’s generally try, though partners and members, to make this list a little longer. We argue on behalf of those who are unable, and we help let others know their voice matters.

In fact, one of the most important things “religious” people do is practice their religion. Okay, maybe that sounds a little cyclical. Let’s take a look at it. Most people define religion very narrowly. I notice often that many have a hard time defining a religion to be a religion without invoking the name of Jesus. UU’s go one step further and don’t even require members to invoke the name of a god.

In so doing, we still use words like faith, communion, and even prayer. I believe UU’s do something revolutionary and extremely honest. We set a basic set of principles and ask that while we work together we abide by them. Religion for us then is not about belief or necessarily even G/god–it is about being part of community and our responsibility to that community.

For Unitarian Universalists, religion is about what we do. What does the existence of G/god even matter when we let children starve, prejudice to be defended, and the innocent die? What makes us strong is that we work together so we don’t have to be afraid, even though we rest in the minority.

Many religions are also defined by their daily practice–whether that practice be prayer, reading, or doing good deeds. Unitarian Univesalists do this as well. We just let others decide their own practice. While some may practice through reading or prayer, others do so through feeding the poor. Still others define practice through revitalizing their community. What is your daily practice, and why is it important to you?

Justin