Saturday, August 2, 2025

Cellphone-Less for a month

"no cellphone"

Yes, you read the title correctly. 

You can emphasize different words, if you would like:

cellphone-less for a month or cellphone-less for a month.

Either way, the situation was the same.

In today's post, I want to share how it happened and lessons learned from being without a cell phone for a month.

First, how did this happen?

It happened because I put off changing out my Galaxy S9. The retired guy had gotten me a newer phone, a S22, back in December. I'm on the road to another town 3 days a week and only home 2 work days of the week. The bottom line? I procrastinated. 

This June we took almost a 2 week vacation. It was on this vacation that the battery in the S9 started overheating. Sometimes it was good. Other times it would shut off. Thankfully, this happened toward the end of the vacation.

I say thankfully, because a cellphone isn't just a phone for me. It's a camera, a calendar, it has email, social media, it can help you when traveling, etc.

I had my tablet on the trip, so I could do a few things.... calendar, emails, social media. One can also take photos, but the quality isn't as good.

I asked the retired guy to take quite a few pics for me at the end. :)

Traveling-- we were able to use the retired guy's phone for boarding passes, checking in, etc. That was good.

Oddly enough, from the beginning, I was able to "let go". Truthfully, I had no choice. Right?!?! I mean if the phone is dying and not usable, then one has to let it go. I guess I could have held on to anger and frustration at the inconvenience, but I didn't. I found it fairly easy to let go.

We got back home on a Saturday morning. I took it to a phone store. Because of the battery not being stable enough, they couldn't help. They referred me. That place said I had to send it off. That didn't sound like a good solution to me. 

Monday morning, when I turned it on briefly, it didn't blink, everything was good. I decided to find a local place there in Dalton. I took it. They said they could transfer everything to the "new" phone. However, even with a new battery, they weren't able to accomplish the job. They didn't charge me anything and did their best with the systems they have. After having my phone for 2 weeks, they referred me.

I took the phone to the place they referred me. He said it could be 2-3 weeks. I didn't flinch. By then, I was really used to not having the phone. He fixed it in a week-- everything transferred. I was really hoping to keep contacts, notes, my Dad's voice on audio and a few other things. EVERYTHING was on the updated phone.

I picked it up last Monday, July 28th.  I had been without a phone pretty much since June 21st.

That's a new record for me. One I don't really want to "beat".

I missed LOTS of calls and texts during that down time. I knew I would. Thankfully, a more important call came through and there was a message from Social Security for me. That's a different story, but I'm glad that was there.

When I first realized it could be WEEKS without the phone, I let people know I had landline access. Yes, we still have a landline at home. And, I have one at work and my Mom's house. So, if someone REALLY wanted to talk, I could.  Up until this experience, I have wondered about keeping a landline. I now believe a landline is a life-saver. It's a great back up. 

I guess that's one lesson learned.

Other lessons learned from this forced technology fast?

I got used to not being able to text people for quick access/information. In other words, I learned how much I relied on texting for communication. I have gotten to where I prefer it to phone calls for quick communication.

I wasn't able to chat with people on the phone on my commutes to Dalton and back. I used to have weekly conversations with people. 

I learned that the tablet DOES take pictures, just not as good as a phone. I mean, I knew it took pictures, but there is a difference in the camera besides the output. It's a slightly more bulky way of accomplishing the goal. I think that's what I missed the most. Being able to take photos. Contemplative photography is one of my spiritual practices and I wasn't able to do it easily.

I learned that because I had to use my tablet for emails and social media, that I didn't check them as often. Rather, I checked a few times during the day. 

I was able to communicate with people through messenger on FaceBook and Instagram, in addition to the landlines I mentioned.

Now, where that got a little tricky was when I had appointments to confirm. I called my spiritual director the day before we were to meet, to let her know I couldn't text so I was checking in. We have been using text since I started meeting with her in 2009. I text the day before to make sure it's still good for us to meet. If it's not for some reason, she lets me know and we reschedule. When you are in a pattern like that, it feels odd to call and leave a message. But it worked.

I also had another appointment I needed to confirm. I sent a FaceBook message to confirm it. That worked too. I used email to confirm another appointment that is usually confirmed by text message.

These examples was what had become the normal way of doing things, but it worked.

I learned to be creative and use the other tools I had access to for communication, etc. If I knew the art of smoke signals, I might have tried that. :)

Oddly enough, I also had peace through this experience. That surprised me a bit. On one hand, it was freeing to not be tied to technology. On the other hand, it required changing my mindset. If I wanted to check in with the family on the way home to let then know I was running late, I couldn't. I couldn't call or text to see if groceries were needed, etc. My solution was to call them before I left the office in Dalton. That way, if anything was needed, they could tell me. Also, if I didn't make it home, they could look for me along the route.

Traveling without a cellphone on the roads is odd. I didn't want to go long distances, because what if I needed to call someone for some reason? Pay phones don't exist anymore. 

I think the biggest lesson I learned is that cellphones are an incredible tool and resource, but I can live without it. Yes, it's true. It isn't easy or simple or convenient, but it is possible.

When I picked up my phone last Monday, I entered a new adventure. Many of the apps (applications) needed to be reset with passwords. OOPS. I don't have all those in my head. So, I've been resetting some of them.

For the most part, my contacts are there, but I have had to do one "who dis? new phone" on a text message. It was a colleague. 

Since I have had my phone back for almost a week, I have noticed that I haven't just jumped back into old patterns. It isn't an extension of my body, at least for now. 

I am back to taking some pictures and doing some reflective posting with it. I used the timer on it this morning to keep up with the banana bread in the oven while I'm outside writing.

As I've shared my experience and lessons learned, how about you?

How would you react to not having a cellphone for a month? What changes would you make to ensure communication with others as needed? What would/could you let go?

It's definitely a learning experience. 

It has made me grateful for landlines and other forms of technology. It has helped me appreciate all a cellphone can offer.

Here is a post I made when I first found out I was going to be without a phone for a while:

July 5

My cellphone is still in a shop.
That means I probably won't have it until next week sometime (HOPEFULLY!). I have landlines at home, work, and my Mom's. I have email, FB messenger, and Insta messenger.

So, until I update otherwise, reach out to me via the above methods. I can send you my contacts, as needed.

And, YES! I had a phone like the one on the right many years ago. But it wasn't sunshine yellow. ðŸ™‚

Peace,
D 



When I got my phone back, I made this post:

As of today, my old S9 phone has been transferred to my new phone. I am up and running for cell phone calls and texts. I still have some things to work out, but I am no longer on my cellphone fast. It was an interesting month. More on that in a blog post later.


Spoiler alert--- there is a peace and quiet that comes from not being able to connect to technology. ðŸ˜€

I have leaned that technology is a great tool, resource to have. However, we can live without it for a time. Did I miss some of its benefits? Yes. Did I have to adjust how I did things and let go of things I couldn't do? Yes. Did I survive? Yes. I might even say I thrived. 

Peace on the journey, 

Deb


P.S. I didn't include every lesson I learned or every thing I learned to live without. This post is an overall view of the experience.



Sunday, July 27, 2025

"Togetherness"-- a new song for me

Today in worship I heard a new (to me) song-- "Togetherness". The lyrics were meaningful. When I got home, I looked up the song to learn about it.

The song is by Tiffany Hudson, Mitch Wang, and Joe L. Barnes. It was released in 2023 by Tiffany Hudson. 

The official video with lyrics:

Lyrics:

We don't always see eye to eyeAnd I've been asking for quite some timeWhy does that cause such a big divideWhy oh why
All accusationsBut no conversations, ohWay too busyBurning down bridgesForgot how to build 'em ohLord bring us back to this
You bless, You bless our togethernessPour out Your Spirit upon all fleshWe've come, we've come for nothing lessYou bless, You bless our togetherness
We're different in more than a million waysBeautiful colors that bleed the sameA long way to go but we're on our wayWe're on our way
Brothers and sistersIn need of forgiveness, ohLead us back to Holy religionBring death to divisionWe're ready to listenLord bring us back to this
You bless, You bless our togethernessPour out Your Spirit upon all fleshWe've come, we've come for nothing lessYou bless, You bless our togetherness
One heartOne peopleOne hopeOne gospel
One mindOne bodyOne churchCrying Holy
One faithOne baptismOne truthOne commission
One LordOne SpiritOne GodWe will worship
One heartOne peopleOne hopeOne gospel
One mindOne bodyOne churchCrying Holy
One faithOne baptismOne truthOne commission
One LordOne SpiritOne GodWe will worshipWe will worship

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The song brought two things to mind.

The first is Mandisa's song about how we all bleed the same.  "Bleed the Same" is the title. Its lyrics rem remind us of what that we have more in common and that coming together is the way forward.

                                            

LYRICS:

[Intro: Mandisa]
We all bleed the same
We're more beautiful when we come together
We all bleed the same
So tell me why, tell me why we're divided

[Verse 1: TobyMac]
Woke up today
Another headline
Another innocent life is taken
In the name of hatred
So hard to take (Hey)
And if we think that it's all good
Then we're mistaken
'Cause my heart is brеakin'

[Pre-Chorus: Mandisa]
Are you left? Are you right?
Pointin' fingеrs, takin' sides
When are we gonna realize?

[Chorus: Mandisa & TobyMac]
We all bleed the same
We're more beautiful when we come together
We all bleed the same
So tell me why, tell me why we're divided
If we're gonna fight, let's fight for each other
If we're gonna shout, let love be the cry
We all bleed the same
So tell me why, tell me why we're divided

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Besides Mandisa's song, the other thing that came to mind was Ephesians. Ephesians 4:5-7 (NRSV):

"one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is above all and through all and in all. But each of us was given grace according to the measure of Christ's gift."

As we continue to have division in our world, reminders that we all bleed the same is important. We are better together.  

I invite you to read through the lyrics of both songs, to reflect on them, to see what resonates with you.

May we come together to end all "-ims" (to name some of them: racism, ageism, genderism, sexism, ableism, classism).

Peace,

Deb


Saturday, July 19, 2025

Pleasant Garden Cemetery-- a historical gem!

photo by Michael Garbarino

Today I took a tour of Pleasant Garden Cemetery in Chattanooga, TN. It is in the Ridgeside community on Rowe Road. It was raining gently as we walked through the cemetery. I didn't take a camera, so any photos will be from others.

I parked in front of the Shaari Zion Cemetery, also known as Workmen's Circle Cemetery. That was also new to me. Here is some information about it: TN GenWeb Cemetery Database

I was looking forward to the cemetery tour with Donivan Brown, but he ended up not being able to make it. I hope to tour again, learning what I can from him.

There was a large green marker at the entrance of the cemetery. We saw Otis "Hot Sauce" Washington's headstone. There was a bottle of hot sauce on one side and another bottle of something on the right. I had to look up this person to learn that he and his wife Madie had a restaurant locally and he was known for his hot sauce. Here is another link about Otis. We made our way to Ed Johnson's site and found it well taken care of, with a bouquet of yellow and purple flowers (click on the link for Ed Johnson  in the previous sentence to see photos). There were other items too. To help you find the grave, there are small pieces of wood stacked at the top of the path.

Wandering through the cemetery in the rain was a beautiful experience today. It was much bigger than I knew. There was a beautiful pink crepe myrtle that we walked by. I saw quite a few yucca clumps. It is a place I would like to spend more time. I would also like to volunteer some time and energy to cleaning it up. It truly is a historical gem and deserves more attention and care.

Bessie Smith is buried at Pleasant Gardens Cemetery. I saw a photo of the site on the AACPF site (see below). I looked it up on Find A Grave. Here is the information; click here.

The cemetery was considered for a National Register for Historical Places, but I don't know if it was given that title or not. Click here for the article from the chattanoogan.com on January 10, 2025. I found the DRAFT of the form on tn.gov.

Some additional websites about Pleasant Garden Cemetery:

Maybe you're like me and hadn't heard of this cemetery. Now you have. Thank you to all the families, friends, volunteers who have been working to clean and restore the cemetery.

Today's experience and "tour" at the cemetery was a start to a new adventure for me.

The journey is an adventure!

Deb



Wednesday, July 9, 2025

My stained glass journey continues....

 

[Photo used for pattern; did not use this piece of glass]

(Cliff and pattern)

Today someone asked me if I thought my stained glass journey would be where it is today. The answer is "no".  I had NO IDEA how much fun it would be, how therapeutic it would be or how much I would enjoy the learning and challenge process.

I went from one small project with minimal work on my part to doing about 15 small pieces of ornaments that required drawing out a pattern (or finding one), cutting glass, grinding, etc. Then I started making flags, strips and flowers. The flags and strips required cutting. I learned how to make jump rings. The flowers have been fun to mix and match colors. 

Then I started my big project-- Cliff. I sent off a photo to Kat (Kat Scarlett Patrick) to get my pattern. There are 37 pieces to this project. I printed the pattern on thick paper, then I started cutting out the pattern. I learned about cutting. If you include the lines, your pattern will "grow". Ideally, one cuts just on the inside of the line. I got some Cliff-colored glass and started cutting pieces. I learned that cutting pieces on a bigger sheet of glass required more thought and consideration then cutting smaller patterns out of scrap. I learned to look at the glass to find places in it that showed the colors and patterns from the photo. I learned some techniques on grinding small pieces. I learned some cutting techniques.  I learned how to cut out foil on small pieces. I learned how to make eyes by using a small kiln that goes in a microwave and turns small glass pieces into "globs". :)   

Another important lesson learned during my stained glass journey so far is that most anything can be fixed. You might need to recut, refoil, grind more, find another way to do things, etc. BUT, there are work arounds. There is a process of letting go, not being too perfectionistic, of becoming comfortable with the product. These have been good lessons. It has also be a helpful spiritual practice in that it helps me focus on the Creator. There is something expansive about creating something from within. It has helped me be more appreciative of the amazing Creation around me from Creator. 

I have gotten LOTS of help along the way. I am grateful for a patient teacher at the shop.

I'm not done yet. I have a way to go on Cliff. But I am getting there. Then I will go back to making flowers, some more flags, and a few other projects I have in mind. Oh, and this year's ornaments. But, I won't be sharing photos of those until closer to the holidays.... or even after the holidays. Those will be a surprise. Well, the patterns will be. But, hey family-- guess what gift you are getting from me this year?!?! One of the reasons I am doing ornaments as gifts is that it was so special for me to get an ornament every year from my Godmother/Aunt Carol. I have a collection of special ornaments that are part of the season.

Sometimes trying something new at a dinner and get together can lead to a new hobby, a new practice. That's what happened to me. I tried something new and then later it came back to me to try more. I jumped in and am learning and growing in this creative hobby/practice.

Honestly, I don't consider myself creative. However, I have done photography since I was a kid and enjoy contemplative photography these days. I also write. I have created things throughout the years for sermon handouts, brochures, etc. I have written a few retreats. When I am honest with myself, I am creative. Living into the unique creative juices that are me gives me life.

I encourage us all to try new things. We might just be surprised at the impact it has on us.

Enjoy the adventurous journey.

Deb

Photos of my current project (the pattern, and steps along the way-- NOT in order):




























PHOTOS ARE MINE.

Credit for the pattern: Kat Scarlett Patrick
Credit for the teaching and patience: Cheryl Overmeyer 

My other blogpost about my stained glass journey:
My Stained Glass Journey... it's only just begun


Wednesday, July 2, 2025

New Growth

This morning as I was on the patio drinking coffee with Cliff, I noticed there was new growth, new life in the yucca planters. These yucca planters held vibrant yucca plants at one time, but had died off. Evidently I have a strong "brown thumb" and can kill even yucca plants.

I saw signs of life in the planters. I was surprised because it has been quite a while since there were signs of life. The planters themselves are pretty cool. They are Mexican pottery. I got the plants and the planters at Bees on a Bicycle. They are sadly no longer in business, as there is a life cycle for all things.

For these yucca plants, somehow, it was time for new life, new growth. I weeded out the weeds and took out the dead leaves from fall that were in the pot. 

Both planters revealed several clumps of young yucca.

As I thought about this new life and new growth, I realized that I had no idea what was going on underneath the soil. I thought the plants were gone. But, I was wrong. 

Isaiah 43:19 comes to mind: 

"Look! I'm doing a new thing; now it sprouts up; don't you recognize it? I'm making a way in the desert, paths in the wilderness." (CEB-- Common English Bible)

What new thing is sprouting up in my life? In your life? 

For me, I don't yet know, but it was encouraging for me to see new life, new growth and to remember that just because something seems gone, it doesn't mean it is. There is work being done underneath the surface, from the inside out. 

It's not an easy thing to trust what one cannot see, to believe that there is life and growth when there is no evidence.

Yet, when it sprouts up, so does the hope and encouragement.

May I, you, we remember that there is more going on within than we realize or recognize.

Here's to new things and making a way in the desert, paths in the wilderness.

May the adventurous journey continue.

Rev. Deb

Sunday, May 18, 2025

One Foot in front of the Other

Until today, the phrase "one foot in front front of the other" always reminded me of the song in the Christmas special "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" (1970)


Lyrics: 

Chorus
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you'll be walking 'cross the floor.
You put one foot in front of the other
And soon you'll be walking out the door.

You never will get where you're going
If ya never get up on your feet.
Come on, there's a good tail wind blowin'
A fast walking man is hard to beat.

Chorus

If you want to change your direction,
If your time of life is at hand,
Well, don't be the rule, be the exception
A good way to start is to stand.

Chorus

But today I heard another version. The song was written by Melanie DeMore (2016). Here is one I found online:


It was powerful. So powerful for me that I could not simply sit and listen. I got up and put one foot in front of the other, making my way to the front of the room and then around. 

I took a photo of the lyrics as we were singing so I could research the song.

Lyrics: 

Chorus: You gotta put one foot in front of the other and lead with love
Put one foot in front of the other and lead with love
(x2)
 
Don’t give up hope! 
You’re not alone
Don’t you give up
Keep movin’ on
 
Chorus
 
Lift up your eyes
Don’t you despair
Look up ahead
The path is there
 
Chorus
 
I know you’re scared
Well I’m scared too
But look at me
Right next to you
Chorus

The song is also found on the website: The Bird Sings. 

When you look at the lyrics to both songs, there is truth. There is hope. That's what I get out of them.

They both have catchy tunes and meaningful lyrics.

The song I heard and learned today echoes my heart cry-- it is my desire to lead with love.

I don't always get it right. But I will continue trying, one step at a time.

I invite you to listen to both songs. 

Where do they lead you?

Peace on the journey--

Deb

Here is the song from the service at Pilgrim Congregational: 




Friday, April 11, 2025

April 11th-- a full year since Dad passed

Dad a.k.a Robert Carter Pittman, Jr.

Until last year, April 11th has been Charlie's birthday, beginning in 2001. It was also my brother-in-law's birthday, Doug Dickerson. We were able to celebrated both birthdays together a couple of times until Doug was no longer with us.

Last year, April 11th also became the day my Dad passed.

I was at work early that day, checking on some things for the upcoming Unit inventory sale.

I got a call from my youngest brother telling me to get to the house as quickly as possible. Dad was not in a good place. He told me what had happened, but I still struggle to talk about it a year later. I rushed to the house, not knowing what to fully expect. As I rounded the bend, I saw LOTS of flashing lights. I pulled into my regular spot because an ambulance was in the other spot. A truck was in the driveway and there were multiple cars on the street.

Before I went into the house to check on Mom, I went to the ambulance. I wanted to see Dad. It wasn't good enough to be at his feet. I went around to the side. The daughter in me and the pastor in me kicked in. I wanted to see my Dad and I wasn't going to be stopped. It was not an easy sight, seeing Dad there in the ambulance, not able to communicate. I was given a little bit of hope.... they were doing everything they could.

They took off to the hospital and I went inside to get Mom to get us there too. 

I have been in hospitals and waiting rooms as a pastor. When it is your loved one, it is different. I am grateful for the chaplain. He was kind. They took us from the ER waiting room to a different waiting room. I knew what that meant. I could feel it. The chaplain offered to get us coffee, water, etc. We were all there... me, my brothers, Mom. It was surreal. The doctor came in to give us an update, talk about DNRs, etc. While talking with us, she got a code.... they had been able to revive Dad. She left quickly and then came back. Having been without oxygen for so long meant that things weren't good.

They prepared us to see Dad and prepared Dad to be seen.

That is still surreal and a blur. My Dad was no longer physically with us. He was gone. 

I had just been with him at work on Tuesday. He had been healing well from his fall that hurt his arm and leg. He had dialysis on Wednesday. Then, Thursday morning, he unexpectedly had complications with breakfast and he was gone. 

Everything was a blur. We left the hospital and headed across the street to Love's Funeral Home to make arrangements. I called a doctor's office and dialysis to let them know what happened and that Dad would not be making the appointments, ever.

We picked out a cool wooden casket, made all the arrangements, etc. 

One does what one has to do in the midst of an emergency and tragedy, There were tears, there was laughter. We joked. We planned. We did what needed to be done.

I am forever grateful for friends, colleagues, my District Superintendent and SO MANY people who let me and us know that they cared, they were there for us. 

The hardest thing for me to do on Thursday, April 11th was to let my son know that his grandfather, Big Daddy, was no longer with us. I had texted him 'happy birthday' wishes and asked when a good time to talk would be. It turned out to be that afternoon-- mid afternoon, I think. It's a horrible responsibility to share that news with someone on their special day. He was miles away, in New York City. He was finishing his semester, and planning to graduate in May. He didn't think he would be able to make it down, but he did.

I had already planned a big day Saturday at work to get rid of the inventory at the Unit. A friend made arrangements to be there with me that day. It was chilly that morning. I grabbed Dad's letterman jacket from his Dalton High School football days. I remember thinking and writing that morning: 'When the patriarch of the family and business dies, what do you do? You take him with you and do what you need to do.' Those weren't my exact words, but close.

The funeral was the following week. Family drove up from South Georgia and Atlanta and others flew in from Colorado and Massachusetts and California. Friends and colleagues came. My ex came. That was cool. I had gone to his father's funeral too. 

The funeral went well. We walked out to the final song in the program, "Battle Hymn of the Republic"     better known as "Glory, Glory to ole Georgia. Dad was a huge Bulldogs' fan. It was fitting. 

I shared in the prayers at the grave site with Pastor Rick from St. Mark's Episcopal church. The most meaningful part was throwing some dirt into the grave and shoveling some dirt into it. I watched as each of the grandkids took their turn and the great-grandkid too. It was therapeutic.

We went to the house afterwards. We shared stories.

Then a year of firsts without Dad began. My first day of work. Mom and Dad's first anniversary. The first Father's Day. The first Thanksgiving. The first Christmas. Dad's first birthday not here. There were other celebrations too-- graduation, birthdays, anniversaries. How weird to not Dad with us. There were business things that had to be done. 

Leading up to the one year, I have been reflecting on Dad's last month with us and the last week. There really isn't a day that goes by that I don't about him. His presence is palpable at work, at the house, in so many things. 

There is still much to do, to organize, to go through, etc.

And then there's all the memories.... from childhood onward. Dad is forever with me, with us. For that I am grateful.

I am so glad for the two years of working with Dad. We had many conversations about his life growing up. We talked work. I picked him up from dialysis and took him some too. I took him to some doctor's appointments. I drove him around in the golf cart around the businesses.

I recorded some of Dad's stories. I haven't gone back to transcribe them yet. I will. I learned that he preached to the chickens behind the house when he was younger. I learned that he and his sister Carol visited the neighbor's horses. I learned that Dad went to basketball games with his grandfather Frank at Emery School. I learned things about my granddad and other family members. We talked about many of his entrepreneurial adventures over the years.

I look back. I reflect. I remember. I grieve.

At the same time, I live in the present. I work the businesses. I spend time with Mom and my brothers.

I will always be grateful for all Dad was and all Dad did for me. There are lots of stories to remember. 

Today, I remember and grieve an incredible man who loved well, who lived fully, and who showed me how to do so many things.

Dad, I miss you. 

Love you much!

"Duh" (Dad's nickname for me-- "D" from my name and the vowel pronunciation of the last letter "a")

Some pictures of Dad and family over the years-- not in any order.