Author: gracesmuggler

As I shared recently, I’ve started doing improv with a local group. (It’s so much fun!)

This week, we played an improv game where a person tells a real life story…

Then the group initiates three scenes, loosely inspired by that story…

The first person then tells another real life story, loosely inspired by those scenes…

Then three more scenes….

Then one final, real life story…

Then three more scenes.

That’s the cycle. When we played the game, I got to be the storyteller. I told three, true stories — three funny moments that have happened over the years with others. Some of these stories are the kinds that invite people to respond, “You couldn’t make that up!” I loved delivering these stories in the moment.

I’ve played a similar role in the group multiple times now, telling stories just like this. This time, after the entire improv night was over, one of the participants said to me:

“How do you have so many stories? How did all these things happen to you?”

In response to these questions, I just beamed. This was a wonderful surprise because these are the exact questions people used to ask my very formative, surrogate father David. “How do you have so many stories? How did all these things happen to you?”

Here I was, hearing the exact same questions asked of me.

Sometimes, life rhymes a bit. And I just reveled in that connection.

—Renee Roederer

My friend sent me this surprise gift in the mail last weekend. As you all likely know, I really love Fred Rogers, and I look forward to reading this book. I was so grateful to receive it.

Alongside that, I also found myself pondering the gift of being cared for… the surprise of receiving… Just wonderful. That is a really incredible gift and something I never want to take lightly.

We never know how simply thinking of a person, then letting them know, impacts their day or fuller direction.

I really believe this to be true:

Moments of care and connection — even small ones — can be so transformative. These gifts of care and connection help us endure in times of stress and struggle. And they help us thrive in times of energy. I don’t think we should ever underestimate them!

So when people pop into our minds, maybe with gratitude, or maybe as we remember a need they’re facing, let’s reach out. Let’s say we’re thinking of them. Let’s add the affirmation we noticed. Let’s help people feel seen in times of loss or challenge.

This really changes things.

–Renee Roederer

Last night, I performed a comedy set at Pointless Brewery and Theatre. If you’d like to watch, there’s a video right here.

It’s silly!

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I find Frederick Buechner to be an especially quotable author. He just has so many good things to say, and over the years, I’ve passed on a lot of his words to people. In particular, I’ve shared this quote with a lot of college students who are doing vocational discernment:

“The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.”

This is a statement that is helpful to college students and young adults who are pondering vocation and calling. But also, whatever our age, we’re continually discerning these things all the time. Perhaps this framing is particularly important in this moment we’re living, this consideration of where deep gladness and deep need meet.

The needs and injustices around us are enormous, and we may be grappling with seeing them in new ways, or even for the first time. Immigration… Hunger… Police brutality… Voter suppression… Environmental devastation… Late-stage capitalism… Racism… Sexism… Transphobia… And now, COVID-19…

This is a good time to ask questions like,

What is my best skill, gift, or calling?
How am I using that for a sense of the common good?
How might I do that?

We need everyone using their best skills, gifts, and callings in the direction of these large, systemic challenges.

“The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.”

Where might that intersection be for you?
What could it look like in practice?
Is there anything we need to clear out of the way to actually do it?

–Renee Roederer

This quote from Frederick Buechner comes originally from his book Wishful Thinking.

I’m going to take a social media fast today.

These days, I have created some personal rhythms for checking social media. I want to be informed and connected; I do not want to be constantly immersed.

In other words, I want to remain hopeful (not pie in sky unrealistic, but genuinely hopeful) and active in those connections. I want to know what’s happening in our world and in our neighborhood, including how people feel about it. And… I do not want to become so bogged down that I find myself shutting down, either becoming completely overwhelmed or totally numb to it all.

This is a hard line to walk sometimes. It’s not predictable or cut and dry. I think we have to listen to our bodies, prioritizing care of ourselves and each other.

After all, no community or cause is helped by me sitting at home, constantly refreshing newsfeeds, deeply caring about what I’m reading, but unable to do anything in the precise moment except grow overwhelmingly anxious.

This reduces mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual resources. Our bodies matter. Our resources for our communities matter.

So it’s okay sometimes to step away from social media. It can help us refresh personally and connect in ways that remain hopeful and active.

I’m taking that fast today, and while I do it, I want to focus more deeply on becoming centered — for my often anxious body, for my often anxious community.

–Renee Roederer

“Improv is a highly extroverted, only child’s absolute dream!”

That’s what I blurted out after doing a long form improv jam last night. I’ve been doing this most weeks this summer. Some folks have started this weekly gathering — it’s called The Mash — and it’s a hilarious time of fun, connection, creativity, and play. I’ve never done anything like this until this summer, but I am loving it. After all, improv is a highly extroverted, only child’s absolute dream!

Well, that’s just me.

But anyone can try it, even if you’re brand new to it, and it’s really a great time.

And while improv might feel frivolous (I mean, in many ways, it is) it’s also true to life. Improv moves on the concept of Yes-And. When someone spontaneously creates a character and a scenario for a scene, you just go with it. You say ‘Yes’ to it and then add to it. This can also involve adding a twist from time to time! A scene is created fully in the moment as everyone steps into that moment and adds to it, initiating a creative interplay.

Life is not always spontaneous to this degree, but it often requires this way of living. We add ourselves and make choices based on the parameters around us. These are not always parameters we choose, but within them, we can make choices and add to them. We can create connections with others and create a world within them. Other times, we may form those connections precisely to push up against the parameters themselves. This is empowering!

Improv is also a way of living.

MaryAnn McKibben Dana has especially done a lot of writing in this direction. Great stuff. And she has a new book which sounds phenomenal. If the themes of this post speak to you, or if you just want to delve in more into playfulness and a spirituality of the stuff of life, I especially recommend her new book to you. It’s called God, Improv, and the Art of Living.

I’m going to think about this more intentionally today. And play with the parameters.

–Renee Roederer

Yesterday, I called one of my most beloved people and named an anxiety I was carrying. It wasn’t a major worry, certainly not a crisis. But I needed to hear myself say it, especially in the presence of someone who loves me, so that I could release it. Sometimes, we need this.

So I sent him a text and said:

“I’m going to call and leave you a message. No need to pick up.”

I knew I could drop it off, and that would have been enough.

But he did answer. And I did get to say what I needed to say. And the conversation turned into a wonderful pep talk with his encouragement.

But what was perhaps most meaningful, was that after I said a little bit of what I needed to say, when he added his encouragement, he sort of expanded what my anxiety was about before I even had to say it. Because this is a person who knows me very deeply.

And I found myself pondering once more what a gift that is.

We all need people who really know us, deep down – our stories, our patterns, our gifts, our triggers, our personalities, our wonkiness, our particular-ness, our belovedness -people who love us through and through.

We all need that.

Yesterday, I felt really lucky.

–Renee Roederer

This is today.

It might not become the most significant day of our lives. But there’s no reason for it to be among the least significant.

What do we want to make of this day? What do we want to experience? What do we want to learn? How do we want to connect?

This is a really mundane post, I realize.

But it’s a reminder that we get to choose a lot. Certainly not everything — sometimes, much is beyond our control — but we definitely have some choices and possibilities before us.

What do we hope for this day? What will we choose?

–Renee Roederer

I have the most tremendous group of friends. We met in our late teens and early twenties, and over time, we became chosen family. We are siblings to one another and aunts and uncles to each other’s kids.

We’re not a small group either — 14 adults, 4 kids, and 1 on the way. We have a wedding coming in October, so we’re welcoming in others too. We live in 6 states. None of us lives in Austin, Texas anymore, the place where we all met and became so close.

Yet more than thirteen years later and spread out across the U.S., we continue to be just as close. In fact, this circle of belonging has become deeper over time. We get together once a year for an annual Friendsgiving, our own family Thanksgiving meal. We have our own private social media spaces where we post pictures, laugh at things, and share what’s happening in our lives.

A couple of years ago, one of our folks came across a wonderful article about four women who had been remarkably close over decades, and they had many adventures, taking annual vacations together. Though I forget what it was now, these four woman made an acronym out of their names. This is what they chose to call themselves.

So our person got curious, wondering if she could make an acronym name out of our many names. She did, and it’s wonderfully silly. We are…

J.J. STARK BLIMP JR.

And so, we sometimes call ourselves this.

Some of my folks in Ann Arbor know about this group, and when I’m telling stories, I’ll sometimes say: “One time, [Person’s name] from J.J. STARK BLIMP JR. and I. . .” It’s a very silly but good reference point.

But more seriously, I have found myself pondering the great gift of this kind of vision for connection and chosen family. Basically, collectively we’ve created a community of care across time and across distance — the kind of community of care that will laugh hard; love deeply; and care tangibly, for emotions, for bodies, for vocational pathways, for losses, for hopes, for dreams.

And I’m realizing how rare this is. Except I don’t want it to be. I want to keep creating circles like this one. I want many others to have this kind of experience.

I am fortunate in this regard. I’ve experienced and cultivated this type of community vision more than once, and it’s been a great gift to me. I haven’t always been as deeply connected as I am in this part of my life. But over time, a deep source for this kind of connection and belonging has grown, and it continues to expand.

I am very grateful.

So I’ll close with something kind of dear and hilarious. I’ll tell you a bit of a secret.

Sometimes, when I’m in church services, and someone creates the opportunity to lift up names of people during a prayer, inviting everyone to say a name aloud here or there, I will whisper,

“J.J. STARK BLIMP JR.”

And after voicing that aloud, I always — always — give myself the church giggles. For this reason, I can only do it when I’m not the one leading. It’s like my own inside joke.

But it’s also a very convenient way to give thanks for your a bunch of friends at once.

–Renee Roederer

I was lying in bed this morning when I had this thought:

“My body wants to freeze, but I think I need to fight.”

I suppose multiple things brought me to this moment at once. I’ve been processing some grief and challenges this week, so that has been with me. But in this precise moment, I had just looked at my phone. I saw the many emails asking me to take action in a variety of directions as people’s lives are upended and many are fearing rollbacks of civil rights. These are the kinds of things that can feel heavy enough to make us want to just lie in bed. By the way, sympathy for us in this desire. There are reasons our bodies feel heavy in the wake of such large needs. This is a reaction to collective trauma.

That’s when I had this thought.

“My body wants to freeze, but I think I need to fight.”

I was thinking of the fight, flight, or freeze reactions that our bodies tend to take in the wake of trauma. I began to wonder, are there ever moments of collective freezing, collective fleeing, and collective fighting?

While we’re all feeling affected by these actions and large-scale challenges, it is crucial, of course, to say that some are directly impacted by harm, while others are more distanced from that harm.

Yet the multitude of directions of harm can cause us to shut down.

So I said,

“My body wants to freeze, but I think I need to fight.”

Fighting sometimes takes big, energetic striving. No doubt. But sometimes, it’s the simple, but immensely impactful question of, “What can I uniquely do?” and then doing that consistently. It has an enormous impact.

Where am I positioned? What’s my calling? What is my skill set? With whom am I connected?

–Renee Roederer