Friday, April 2, 2021

I woke finding myself writing....

 

I’m a long time continuing education student. Self educated. Struggled all my life with educating myself in a good way, fighting traditional forms of education that presented themselves in ways that felt contrary to my spiritual needs. Even as a child I was directed to healing forms not necessarily conventional when I went door to door at six years old selling small bottles of lilic water I had made. Then following my heart I went from big sister of five siblings to preschool teacher. Blessed to participate in creating and managing programs and staff development, to completing my masters degree at age fifty. It took me a very long time to settle down and stay and learn and accept what I had to do to complete my degree in human development with three specializations in parent community work. On then to teaching at Skagit Community College, completing my internship at Compass Mental Health Services in children and family services, and receiving my license as a mental health counselor. Now here I am an elder and remain a student always learning. I still grow and dry flowers, have jars of them that will one day be gifts and boxes of seeds I’ve harvested and carry with me and grow and share as I can. Healing is a full time job.
 
Currently I’m in a study class on Thursday evenings from 7-9:00. The Vine Delorea, Jr. Symposium coming up in May was mentioned. Waking this morning, I searched the dates and registered. In the process I began viewing some of last years speakers. I share this talk in the link below because it has personal meaning to me and I believe it is important in terms of understanding how to reach out and listen and learn and ask questions of our families and community members about what they want to learn and need.

Larry has been my friend and teacher since 1996. His words here give healing, hope, and wisdom for our young ones and for those like me who are life long students. Humbly I thank you dear Larry for your years of quiet lessons shared.
 
Northwest Indian College’s 14th Annual Vine Deloria jr. Indigenous Studies Symposium Relationships, Reciprocity, Rights, and Resistance “Redefining natural resource management as relatives.” May 17th and 18th, 2019 http://www.nwic.edu/faculty-staff/vin... Facebook: @Deloriasymposium
 
 
 

Monday, February 15, 2021

Love and Laughter


After a year and on into the next with the covid pandemic testing each and everyone. 

In 2021, may we regain hope and learn from it all in a good way as we go forward.

Couple of thoughts. So...I’ve been telling Chuck this week that I’m taking up a new profession as a comedian, after my sister and father. They were both so great at telling a good joke. Laughter was really their medicine. As the oldest child I had too many responsibilities to find time to tell a funny joke. However after mom passed I made it a habit to have a funny story to share with my father when I visited. Knowing his history and what hardships he overcame, I learned to realize why humor was so necessary for him. Laughter and Love, two gifts from my parents. May we each carry a joyful story to share in these difficult times. I hope to share at least one story each month or so....

Here in our backyard is Grandson Rowan and Grandad lovingly playing a game that went on for quite some time, where as you can see, love and laughter were going full force. Grand kids River and Jenna in the back ground playing Uno. We have missed these visits over the last year with needing to be separate for our health ad safety. This photo gives joyful hope of renewed opportunities for love and laughter to continue. Over the last many months we have been separated because of covid safety protocol we have chosen to follow, we have been able to support each other in very creative ways that meant using our computers and phones as well as meeting for short periods of time wearing masks and staying at a distance. Chuck and I have had both or our moderna vaccines now. We look forward to having renewed visits with our grandchildren and to nurture opportunities for continued experiences of love and laughter together.

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Come Sunday: A reflection

                                         Posted January 31, 2021. My mother birthday.

My mother did not go to church. She did not take her children to church. My mother said "you live your heaven and hell right here on earth, its how you live your life daily that matters." She was a testimony to her statement and I love her dearly for what she taught me. She was always kind to others, always making sure she called the person she was talking to by their name and offered laughter and kind words to each person she came into contact with, always. I am ever grateful for what I am still learning from my mother. Her wisdom comes to me daily in all I do. thank you my mother.

 My grandmother, my father's mother on the other hand, took her grandchildren to church. She took us to the United Methodist Church in Sunnyvale, California where we lived at the time. I was about nine years old. That day was the first time I heard my grandmother sing. My brother and sisters went directly to Sunday school class. Because of my age I went to the main service with the adults before going on to class. After my grandmother got them settled she came into the main service and sat about five seats down from me. That’s when we all stood to sing a hymn and I watched her very intently. She was strong standing with the others singing so beautifully in my eyes. I received my bible that day in Sunday school. I still have it of course, along with the memory of her strength. As a child I spent a great deal of time with her learning to cook, sew my own clothes, make quilt tops and blankets, as well as my own pajamas. The last time I was with my grandmother was when I stayed with her for about a month with my two little children who were nine months and three years old. She was just home from the hospital. Before we left she needed to make me a flannel nightgown. She passed away a few months later. I’m so blessed to have had that time with her. Going through her treasures and photo albums with her, learning so much of her life as she shared her stories and wisdom with me. I thank God for my grandmother and for all of her many gifts.

Referring to the song  “Come Sunday” written by Duke Ellington, which is now in the hymn book of the United Methodist Church, the author of the article below states: “The song is ultimately about the providence of God in all our lives. The refrain addresses God directly, “Lord, dear Lord above, God Almighty, God of love,” and then makes a petition, “please look down and see my people through.” The stanzas point to hope and heaven, concluding that “With God’s blessing we can make it through eternity.”

Dr. Hawn is professor of sacred music at Perkins School of Theology.

https://www.umcdiscipleship.org/resources/history-of-hymns-come-sunday-reflects?fbclid=IwAR2IRx9ekydF3ROlxhzW8ecN-aLCKRjc8sxyqremhSvTBikPn8wzRRXveLE

The Pilgrim House

 

I’m moving my writings and photos from Facebook over to my blog. This is the second one thus far.


 January 2021

Chuck and I were blessed to travel to Haifa, Israel for a nine day Bahai pilgrimage in the early summer of 2003. More photos to follow as I begin to unpack and organize albums. In November of 1998 my daughter Emily and I visited my daughter Jenni in Haifa where she served at the Universal House of Justice for five years. From 1996 until 2001. I’m looking forward to giving time to writing and sharing memories of these precious days together in the Holy land. At that time we were able to take day trips and travel to Jerusalem, Galilee, and Akka. I learned all about riding the taxi vans of the area from my daughter, called sheruts. We used these often to get around the area, to shop for groceries, and visit the downtown markets and sites of interest. We traveled by bus to Jerusalem and extravagantly rented a car for the day to travel to Galilee. In the evenings we would walk to the Pilgrim House from my daughters apartment where we were staying to attend wonderful talks on the history and current affairs of the Bahai Faith. They were given by members of the Universal House of Justice serving at that time. Tea and special desserts were always served afterward with lovely opportunities for meeting and socializing with the friends on pilgrimage from many other parts of the world.

Little Danelion

Posted on Facebook February 14, 2019.


Watching over you, watching over me, parents watching over. Watching over and holding onto my children, watching over and holding onto my grandchildren, watching over and holding onto my parents as they so graciously let go of this life to walk on to the next. Not able to call them today, sorrow shadows the heart. I talk to them in prayer and with gratitude for the gifts of love and lessons learned, directing me now.  New life continues as our journeys continue, step by step, day by day, and yet and still, watching over you, watching over and ever holding onto each other. 

Thank you little dandelion. Happy Valentines Day.