Tour de Cluck:
Why would three grown-up professional women dress like chickens and ride rented bicycles on a rainy day in Davis California?
Two of my sisters (Judy and Carol) and I recently participated in the Tour de Cluck, an annual bike tour of backyard chicken coops. It’s for charity. Each biker-chick pays an entry fee that supports a farm to school program. School lunches, gardens, and recycling programs flourish because people like us, born to be wild, pay to bike-waddle from coop to coop.
I didn’t expect the Rose Bowl Parade. I thought in terms of Gay Pride – hundreds of costumed well-intentioned citizens for a worthy cause. The Tour de Cluck was smaller than Gay Pride. Plus I counted only four people dressed as chickens – my sisters, me, and one other dedicated soul.
It was totally worth it. I would do it again.
My friend Brock talks about “the dearness of things” and the Tour de Cluck allowed me to hover in “Dearness.”
The Forty-Days-Forty-Gifts project is complete for now! Many people in our Spiritual Center participated and had great insights on how the process changed them. I wanted to write about it. But sometimes I get tired the sound of my voice. Enter Jennifer Merlich, a talented writer and congregant. She gave me permission to guest post a a piece from her blog, Please enjoy her eloquent understanding of the Forty Gifts process. With love to all! – Bonnie
I was recently the recipient of an incredible act of anonymous kindness. It came from out of nowhere, at exactly the right time. The magnitude of the gift moved me to tears, and I was so grateful and profoundly moved by the generosity of my unknown benefactor. But I was also sure there had been a mistake. In the midst of this beautiful act, I am ashamed to admit that I was momentarily overcome by feelings of unworthiness. I simply couldn’t believe I was deserving of such radical kindness. Had I been face to face with my benefactor, I would have given them 100 reasons why they “shouldn’t have”, attempting to convince them that they were wrong about me—that their generosity was misdirected. Fortunately, I quickly realized that to focus on my feelings of unworthiness would be to dishonor the gift and the beautiful spirit in which it was so lovingly given.
Have you hugged your banker today? I didn’t literally hug mine, but I did tell him that I loved him (in so many words).
Many of you know we’re doing a program in our Center. I’ve invited our congregation to give 40 gifts in 40 days. Through this practice, we challenge notions of scarcity and recognize we always have something to give. I’ve asked people to give past their comfort zones; for as we give beyond our comfort level, we reveal ways we limit our experience of Infinite Good.
I discovered after about 20 gifts, I was getting pretty good at releasing objects and money…. I went deeper and asked God how I could stretch in the practice. God summoned me to look at my relationships….
”Uh-oh,” I said.