tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174872369227968702024-02-19T10:48:36.525-06:00An Eclectic Episcopalianlife at Almost Paradise Homestead and Joy Fellowship
Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-57604310444151278572021-04-01T14:53:00.000-05:002021-04-01T14:53:35.346-05:00It's time....<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Her story leapt off the page... the video cutting to the core of my being. No name...only that she was an Asian woman, aged 65, in a brutal attack. <a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/2021/03/30/asian-american-attack-newyork-condo/">Asian American woman beaten in Manhattan outside luxury condo building, police said - The Washington Post</a> I was stunned; still am! It was time to write on my blog again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I have previously written that my husband and I tried to adopt a child from South Korea many years ago. To sit back and watch Asian Americans and others of Asian descent be victimized is very, very difficult. We continue to wonder about a child that might have been a part of our family. Why? Why, I ask myself again and again. What motivates people to act out in such brutal ways? What part of love one another do folks not understand?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Years ago, when our daughter was small, we enjoyed Family Nights. There was generally a theme and we often used a book called <i>Just Family Nights </i>to set up our weekly events. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7IFvdMXJ8ajWGjHcwYCfr9lkeaRt9FVGADkhGZDHjU5m3dpekDcmA35OR_aFGj0HfvYMMq6q9gRbiL49xjA8lG9XVlz-9oA2oyEQk9Hzp27FDoybHdBMeK2j2obgR974AK35iigBh8Y/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="311" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7IFvdMXJ8ajWGjHcwYCfr9lkeaRt9FVGADkhGZDHjU5m3dpekDcmA35OR_aFGj0HfvYMMq6q9gRbiL49xjA8lG9XVlz-9oA2oyEQk9Hzp27FDoybHdBMeK2j2obgR974AK35iigBh8Y/" width="187" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> I recall one "lesson" vividly, because I later used in in a Sunday School Class. It was around the time of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday. I selected red, green and brown M&M's, placed them in a bowl, and each family member drew out a few to examine. On the outside, the candies looked very different, but on the inside each was the same. This image sticks in my mind as I think about the rich mix of our American culture. How simple the exercise; how complicated is today's response to those who are labeled "different; other." I like variety...</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The name of the Asian woman may never be known ( if you know it please share in the comments below), but I am thinking of her...thinking of how she will heal, how will she trust again, how will she love again. Words from my mother come flooding back to me in this moment. She once said, "Either we all need to learn to get along, or we will kill each other off."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Join me in prayer for this woman; and for the man who attacked her. God knows who they are.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-46164187042350064432021-01-31T10:21:00.000-06:002021-01-31T10:21:28.349-06:00After a long absence<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>After a long absence.....</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Seasons come and go. After a long absence, the urge to return to writing on this blog is calling me. There are so many who cultivate words that are profound,...this is just a simple way of reflection. So, with the words of St. Benedict, "Always we begin again, " I am starting over in this life as an eclectic episcopalian. Stay tuned....</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJeV3KUSpK14K3WDABk0oxPXulMmVkpYdp62DRtiWqxpz2L7xPKar1WpPQVLZVCgHlOyab9QFnsY2mkwUKD4R0s6sYy8IKB4N6XmOgkbEbOzM01Du8CEmNtak6qQf1hX_Lnfkr67GG6Q/s320/tree+stump.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJeV3KUSpK14K3WDABk0oxPXulMmVkpYdp62DRtiWqxpz2L7xPKar1WpPQVLZVCgHlOyab9QFnsY2mkwUKD4R0s6sYy8IKB4N6XmOgkbEbOzM01Du8CEmNtak6qQf1hX_Lnfkr67GG6Q/s0/tree+stump.JPG" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">(I saw this tree stump on a recent Sabbath walk. It reminds me of hugs...and all the hugs we are missing in this pandemic. We will hug again.)</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Blessings and peace, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ann</span></p>Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-84585536936420212232020-07-12T13:34:00.001-05:002020-07-12T13:34:42.699-05:00Staycation continues...When I envisioned our Staycation a few months ago, I had no idea the Pandemic would be raging by this time of year! Numbers soar daily; it is heartbreaking to say the least. Our decision to do a stay at home vacation is proving to be a good one for us.<br />
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One of the things we are noticing is that God's hand is everywhere! Our theme of visiting National Parks is so exciting; the research, the videos, the glory of seeing such beauty restores the soul. Each day we have a different table theme; I've tried to capture something of the area. We love being able to "sample" foods from the area, too. Online research has provided a number of delectable dishes! I actually made Chicken fried steak for the first time in my life!<br />
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We did take a real ride together in our truck! Only one other time since February 14 have we been in a vehicle together. We rode to Water Valley, MS to view a painting by MS artist Hannah McCormick. This beauty sits on the beautiful grounds of the Church of the Nativity. It was worth the trip and the time.<br />
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One of the things we try to do is keep a sense of humor. It keeps us going despite the news. We designated our Saturday to fishing! I remembered a T-shirt I bought several years ago, and wore it for our fishing day! We spent part of the hot summer afternoon watching a trout fishing video. It was wonderful. We are learning so much. I remember the simple days of cane pole, string and a safety pin!<br />
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Our Table theme for the day was "A river runs through it." A little imagination, and a check of my "junk collection" provided all of the necessary items! Our evening meal included salmon because trout is hard to find in our area.<br />
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Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-71563331677546104352020-07-09T10:46:00.002-05:002020-07-09T10:46:57.842-05:00Adventures in Staycation Getting away for a vacation is always work! As one of my brothers attests, you spend two weeks getting ready to go on vacation and two weeks catching up afterwards--all for a week for R & R. Staycation really isn't any different! It is a little hard to detach from the chores of the Homestead, and to stay away from social media and the news. We are learning.<br />
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Looking forward to it! And it was in our budget.<br />
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Before embarking, I finished a little fire pit that we will use later in the week. We plan to make s'mores! What fun to use junk around the house to make this:<br />
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Later in the day, we "made" our way to Badlands National Park. We dined in a neat little café--our dining room--and enjoyed what is known as Indian Tacos. We ate the tacos using Fry Bread--very tasty (not low carb however!). We have decided to eat in the dining room every day, setting it with different kinds of dishes and center pieces to enrich our experience. Planning has been fun in that I have looked for food we might actually enjoy on the road.<br />
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Later in the evening, we explored the Badlands. We are grateful for modern technology that allows us to "tour" right from the comfort of home.<br />
It made for a wonderful evening as we closed out out day. And a refreshing change from the nightly news.<br />
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I might not write everyday on this Staycation; keeping up with farm animals and trying to Staycation, too, is a bit of a strain. We are doing this because we feel it's not safe to leave home. Lots of folks do Staycations--you see and enjoy the things around your own city or county. When you can't leave home, it requires a bit more creativity. And where would we be without the internet, Pinterest, and Amazon Prime! I guess I'm in my element!<br />
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Create your own Staycation! It's fun!Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-41297565953231788012020-07-07T15:15:00.002-05:002020-07-07T15:15:58.148-05:00Getting there ... Our plans for Staycation are ongoing! We have given the house a really good cleaning, mowed the grass, mucked out the barn, and are gearing up for a few days of R & R at home. Of course, we will still need to tend some of our garden, feed our animals, and do the dishes! No paper plates here!<br />
Vacation plans for this year included a trip out West. Instead we are doing some of this virtually. We do plan to take the car out for a spin (we need to drive it some), but only for something like we used to do on Sunday afternoon--you know that Sunday afternoon drive! We will, in the virtual realm, visit some National Parks, really sample some regional foods (hence, why I still have to do the dishes), and perhaps have a souvenir or two along the way.<br />
We encountered one brief problem: our local library, which was just opening up, has had to shut its doors again due to the Coronavirus. This Staycation has been put together with many changes but we're just going to go with the flow. We're keeping Amazon in business! I'm already thinking of a fall "trip!" <br />
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Today, I am making out a quick list for a snack order, "packing" a few things like books and a knitting project, and then tomorrow, we are "off!" Emails and phone calls will have to wait! It's almost Staycation time! Check back for other details later!<br />
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<br />Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-79944215941305711852020-06-25T11:30:00.001-05:002020-06-25T11:30:23.280-05:00Staycation<br />
Before George Floyd was killed, I was working on our Staycation plans--but I lost steam as I grieved for our nation and its many "problems." After a slump and some new energy, I am returning to this! <br />
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So get ready for Staycation 2020.<br />
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We were already "social distancing." Hubby can't take the flu shot, so during flu season, he hibernates, and we stay away from folks. 2020 was to be our year for travel. Alas, a pandemic--who knew?<br />
I believe one of the greatest gifts bestowed upon us by God is a sense of humor. For some reason, the word <i>Staycation </i> kept coming to me as if to say, "Pay attention!" It got my attention. We've done staycations before; done things around our town, or a simple day trip. But this Staycation was to be different! A Staycation where you only stay at home!!!!<br />
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That's when the playfulness began. I'd sing this little jingle about staycation and smile. On my Facebook page, I asked folks for their suggestions for a Staycation for the elderly. Some of the answers were just precious and very, very good. Some were so hysterical that even my dog thought I'd lost my mind. Thanks to all you responded.<br />
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But this Staycation has to be different. That's when I saw evening news and this clip that made my heart soar:<br />
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I knew that this was to take some creativity on my part and a continuing sense of humor, too. As I trolled the pages of Pinterest, I became inspired, and went to work digging through craft materials on hand and trash! I came up with this nifty little travel trailer. It's a symbol to us that an adventure is about to begin! Wish us luck!<br />
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<i> </i>It is difficult for me to believe that it is May 21; time seems to be moving on. The seasons change; life moves on; gardens grow, and hearts grow weary of this COVID-19 world. Each day we are presented with facts and figures that often dazzle and confuse us. Some of them are sobering; and some perhaps, we'd rather not know!<br />
During these last few months, as I continue to form my retirement identity, it has become very apparent to me that one of my roles is that of Intercessor. The life of prayer is a privilege; and a responsibility. As a professed member of the Third Order, Society of St. Francis, daily office is a part of my rule of life. This also includes prayers of intercession. We have been given much to pray for in the past few months.<br />
One of the things I have noticed is how active my hands have become as I pray for others. As I garden, knit, pray with the rosary, even knead bread dough, it is prayer that becomes the work of my hands. It is, as Paul tell us, to pray without ceasing.<br />
The past few months have also given way to learning new things. Recently, thanks to a friend in England, I have learned of slow stitching. You can learn more about slow stitching here: <a href="https://www.craftschooloz.com/slow-stitching">https://www.craftschooloz.com/slow-stitching</a><br />
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For the foreseeable future, I will take this role of intercessor very seriously. It is important in our life together. And, as my hands garden, knit, bake or stitch, I will be asking God to not only be present with those for whom I pray, but also to prosper the work of my hands... to prosper our handiwork.<br />
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It has been sometime since I last made an attempt at this blog. There were planned entries, of course, but all that has changed in the last few weeks. What we thought 2020 might be like certainly got changed in a short time. We have new vocabulary words, such as social distancing and PPE, and perhaps new ways of being in the world...at home. Life on the Homestead has been good; we are staying home and learning to enjoy the changing seasons. Our gardening life is taking off.</div>
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There are many heroes of these COVID-19 days. We hear about doctors and nurses on the front lines; but there are also hospital staff who clean, chaplains who must deal with more death than normal, secretaries who worry. Then there are Moms and Dads at home; home with their children where they serve not only as parents, but also as teachers. And there are funeral directors and other funeral home employees--they are sometimes referred to as "last responders." And even for those of us thus far less affected, we are all suffering in our own way.</div>
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Last year, I wrote a piece about knitting purple hearts. You can read it here <a href="https://eclecticepiscopalian.blogspot.com/2019/04/purple-hearts-brings-needed-time-to.html?spref=fb&m=1&fbclid=IwAR3ro8LVxFVRxuon6j383uTn7hPuIzlYYNFdmC_cOaA6wB5Sss_T23Dx0z0">https://eclecticepiscopalian.blogspot.com/2019/04/purple-hearts-brings-needed-time-to.html?spref=fb&m=1&fbclid=IwAR3ro8LVxFVRxuon6j383uTn7hPuIzlYYNFdmC_cOaA6wB5Sss_T23Dx0z0</a>:// As this pandemic spread, I found that I couldn't concentrate enough to write, or read, or some days, I couldn't even pray. But I could knit. I pulled out my purple yarn, and began to knit purple hearts. I knitted and knitted and knitted; and I am still knitting them. Over the past few weeks, I have mailed out a few to those who have been at the forefront of this pandemic. <br />
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It is likely that we have weeks and weeks to go in this venture; we have many things to learn yet, many letters to write, many purple hearts to send. If you know someone deserving of a purple heart, let me know.<br />
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Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-3101923921198175382020-02-13T13:49:00.000-06:002020-02-13T13:49:25.851-06:00<h2>
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From the time I was three years old, I knew I wanted goats in my life. I felt drawn to them. Perhaps it was from a memory I savored: as a young girl, a great uncle obtained a goat for my brothers and me to "play" with on a summer visit. Oh... he was a mean little buck--with horns and a temperament that went with those horns. We named him Jim Jeffcoats! I cannot recall why that was his name. And upon reflection, that wasn't the best introduction to goats! He was a bit much for my brothers and me!</div>
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Later in my journey, there was a visit to a Santa's Village. Perhaps it was there that my love of goats began to be nurtured! Feeding baby goats with a bottle is a joyous things. Little goats frolic and play and seem so joyous!</div>
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As I reclaim my identity, I am proud to claim being a Goatherd as part of that identity. Daisy, Lovey, Fiona and Blossom are my sweet herd. As a Goatherd, I must care for the goats no matter what the weather or my mood-Neither snow or rain nor heat nor gloom of night<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">our goats must be fed, given fresh water and hay, hooves must be trimmed and coats must be brushed. Not to mention mucking out the barn from time to time. In the winter and spring of 2018, we found goat friendly folks who aided us in a difficult season of health issues. I have to admit, I've met the nicest people as my interest in goats grew over the years. Goats seem to bring out the best in folks!</span></span></span></div>
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Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-2132936676410032572020-02-10T11:34:00.000-06:002020-02-10T11:34:07.484-06:00<h2>
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You have likely heard that old saying, "Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most!" Yes! My mind has been very scattered these last few years. </div>
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For the past few years, I have deeply wrestled with the question of identity. I retain some identity as a priest of the Episcopal Church, with the word retired following my named. But what does that really mean? It's not as easy to answer as it seems. One of the myths about retirement is that it is not really a loss, but a gain. Well...yes and no. Grief accompanies this stage of life; most folks don't want to talk about that part of letting go. No one really wants to talk about the loss of identity that comes with retirement. Maybe we should talk about it; and grieve it too.</div>
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As the summer days move along, with heat and humidity, I am grateful for air conditioning and the discipline of Daily Office. Every time I come across the Gospel for today (Mark 11:27-12:12--read every other year), I think of Jimi Hendrix and his rendition of Bob Dylan's <i style="font-weight: bold;">All along the watchtower. </i>Perhaps it is because we are on the octave of the 50th anniversary of Woodstock and I'm feeling a little nostalgic, or perhaps it's the summer heat, or the ever constant "Breaking News" in our day, this song was a part of my day--all day today.</div>
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Goats are hot these days! They are on social media, in commercials on TV, clearing highways of vegetation. And recently, many of my friends shared a cute goat post from Facebook--maybe you've seen it, too! Goats seem to be everywhere!</div>
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This story won't leave me; the story of Adam Crapser. A colleague posted something about it on Facebook. For days I was arrested by my own feelings.</div>
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Adam's story is heart breaking; adopted at age 3 and raised in the United States, after living here for all of his life, he was deported. It is indeed a sad story. Made sadder for me by my own life circumstances. You see, many, many years ago, my husband and I tried to adopt a South Korean child. We were the next on the list to receive a child when something went terribly wrong. The relationship between the South Korean Agency and the agency in the U.S. was broken and lawsuits were impending. We, along with several other couples, never got our long awaited child.<br />
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To read Adam's story, the unsettling circumstances of his life, it is difficult to image the horror he experienced. Abused by not one family, but two, he now finds himself in South Korea as his wife and children remain in the States. It made me wonder--what if we had been Adam's family? We were blessed many years later to adopt a child; but Adam's story made the disappointing outcome of my past come roaring back. A son--oh what would it have meant to have a son! Would he have become an artist, a poet, perhaps a baseball player, or even a ballet dancer? Would he have laughed with us, celebrated birthdays with us, fed goats and chickens with us?<br />
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Today on this Mother's Day, I give thanks for the process of adoption that allowed me to become a mother and for the beautiful daughter with which I am so blessed. I give thanks that as a priest, I have served as a spiritual mother for some. But today, I am also thinking of Adam Crapser and all of the others who have similar circumstances. What if Adam had been my son? The story won't leave me; for now I pray for him. Letters will be in my future plans--to politicians, agencies and yes, maybe even one to Adam.</div>
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I set to look up Purple Hearts as awarded to those in the military. I learned a few things: the idea of purple hearts originated with George Washington, but it was on the 200th anniversary of his birth it was revived and given the name of Purple Heart. It bears an image of Washington and is awarded those military veterans injured while in service to our country. One online site says, "A symbol of sacrifice."</div>
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About the same time I found some of Dad's honors, I also discovered a pattern for knitting hearts. I thought of all those who sacrifice in so many ways but never receive much notice: garbage collectors, stay-at-home mothers, teachers, clergy. As I began to knit, I found myself drawn to purple yarn. Yes, yes--others deserve a Purple Heart.</div>
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My knitting is slow--but there are those in my life who are worthy of a Purple Heart. It won't be one with Washington's image, but it will be in recognition of the sacrifice you have made on behalf of my life by picking up my garbage, by teaching little ones so well, by the prayers you have offered on my behalf. Be on the look out...a Purple Heart, knitted with love may be coming your way.</div>
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Mayberry--I thought it was just about perfect, when I was a kid that is. And in some sense (I think I am not alone), I've been searching for Mayberry ever since-- a place where everyone is pretty happy, everyone is safe, every really cares about each other. A few years back, a friend was using a Bible Study Guide based on Mayberry; you can read about it here:<br />
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It isn't something that drew me in at the time, but the concept of the Mayberry of my remembrance continues to pull at my heart strings.<br />
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As I reflect back on Mayberry, there wasn't a lot of diversity. It was a pretty homogeneous group--like lots of places today. Yet, I think the people were striving at a simple, peaceful life. I want that kind of life--with more diversity, because I believe that's the key in our modern life! I want to be happy (well...maybe <i>content</i>), I want to be safe, and I want to live in a world where people really care about one another. I believe it is possible--it begins with conversation and a reminder for me that Jesus said that we are to love our neighbors as ourselves. Some of us have some work to do here! <br />
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Whether everyone in Mayberry was single or not (and some days, it would be easier to be single--says she of a long-term marriage), with a few adjustments, Mayberry is still possible. It may take a while, but I'm going to continue to search...<br />
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<br />Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-23970364135754656682019-03-24T21:25:00.000-05:002019-03-24T21:25:02.012-05:00Always we begin again 2.0It's March, 2019. Always we begin again--wonderful, powerful words from St. Benedict. These words, like words from the Psalmist, are also forgiving.<br />
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February 2018 brought a new word to my vocabulary and to my world: retirement. There were good intentions to write something more often--but to be honest, 2018 was a very unkind year!<br />
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<i>Create a clean heart , O God</i><br />
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These words, like Always we begin again, are words of invitation. And so, I shall begin again--to make an effort at this blog...to write more often...to share the journey deeper into my heart as An Eclectic Episcopalian.<br />
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<br />Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-81509885347131171252018-09-17T15:35:00.001-05:002018-09-17T15:35:16.258-05:00Why we celebrate the Saints as AdultsToday is the Feast of St. Hildegard of Bingen. Quite a remarkable woman. At Joy Fellowship, our Homestead community, we are celebrating Hildegard. We are remembering our life work, her contributions to the church, her music and art. You can read about Hildegard here: <a href="https://www.franciscanmedia.org/saint-hildegard-of-bingen">https://www.franciscanmedia.org/saint-hildegard-of-bingen</a> and in many other online sources.<br />
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Most parish churches no longer celebrate the feast days of the Saints, or even high holy days. These days are transferred to Sundays--a time when more of the congregation is present. Or another activity gets planned near the feast. Many churches provide for the Blessing of the Animals near the Feast of Francis of Assisi--it is an add on, so to speak and yet important. I understand the move toward this trend, but I think something gets lost along the way. The call to gather as the faithful community in the midst of life seems to be eclipsed in a call to the masses. It's a sad trend in my mind's eye.<br />
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If you peruse the internet, you will find many articles written about celebrating these Saints days with children. One such article may be found here: <a href="http://www.growchristians.org/2018/09/17/hildegard-of-bingen-a-role-model-for-our-children">http://www.growchristians.org/2018/09/17/hildegard-of-bingen-a-role-model-for-our-children</a> They provide a wonderful source for continuing formation. But why is it that as we grow, we lose our zest for remember the saints? <br />
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At Joy Fellowship, we try to take a more adult approach. For instance, today, we have an Icon of Hildegard prominently placed on our dining table with a small bunch of the last of our summer zinnas. We will pray her collect at our evening meal and listen to some of her music during our dinner. We will share in a type of cookie that is said to have healing properties and the recipe is attributed to Hildegard herself! Later, we will read from some of her writings together. She is not just a role model for our children, but for our very adult selves, too.<br />
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For Franciscans, today is also the commemoration of the Stigmata of Francis. We weave this into our conversations by remembering these faithful followers of Jesus. We give a fuller celebration to Francis on his Feast day, October 4.<br />
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In the waning days of my active parish ministry, I chose Hildegard as the patron of a wellness initiative at the church where I served; I called this move toward wellness Hildegard's medicine. It did not catch on I am sad to say, but I was profoundly impacted by life and her ministry. She came to retirement with me, and on Wednesdays on our Facebook page (Joy Fellowship at Almost Paradise Homestead), we devote our space to wellness. My favorite wellness night before I retired was the time we spent learning to belly dance together! It was a small group with a fantastic teacher. We weren't great dancers by any stretch of the imagination; but we were filled with laughter! After all, laughter is the best medicine.<br />
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Perhaps there is a book in me--a series of reflections on how to celebrate/commemorate these incredible servants of God in our adult lives. It isn't just for children anymore.<br />
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<br />Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-8692754244867124502018-08-30T12:01:00.001-05:002018-08-30T12:01:59.897-05:00Always we begin again...<span style="font-size: large;">Always we begin again ...</span><br />
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The words above are attributed to St. Benedict. How we need them. I am embracing these words these days. This year hasn't been gentle or kind... but these words remind me that we <i>can</i> begin again.<br />
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In January I became quite ill; later I required surgery in April--as did my dear husband. The journey was difficult and frightening. I retired from active ministry in February--but these first few months of retirement weren't anything like I planned! As if I could plan! We have weathered many mishaps since that time--too numerous to write about, but let's say we have a new respect for the Book of Job!<br />
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And so, we are beginning again--these eclectic Episcopalians who now live the rhythm of life at Almost Paradise Homestead. I am the vicar of Joy Fellowship on the homestead--where we walk the labyrinth and pray; and have an occasional celebration of the Holy Eucharist. And we're on Facebook. We don't yet know where God is leading us; but we are grateful for goat milk, eggs, a small garden that keep us grounded as we care for our goats, chickens, dogs, cat and each other! Each day is a new chance to begin again. In that light, I am beginning this blog again!<br />
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We call our homestead <b>Almost Paradise. </b>It isn't paradise because that was lost! But it is almost paradise--a place with blueberry bushes, boysenberry and muscadine vines, pear and fig trees, an asparagus bed, and lots of garden space. We share our lives with six laying hens, 3 dairy goats, 2 dogs and a cat. It's a work in progress. </div>
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A part of our homestead is <b>Joy Fellowship</b>. For now it is a Facebook page. Joy Fellowship shares a piece of our homestead; in part, it is a small garden Labyrinth. Each Monday, the labyrinth is walked and prayers are offered. (Many other times during the week, too.) We post under the tag "Labyrinth on Lunes" (Lunes is the Spanish word for Monday). Various and sundry posts are shared, too, from other sources; most are Christian but some are from other faith traditions, too. Our goal is to share Joy amidst sorrow. </div>
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Retirement is on the horizon for me now. I have been preparing; looking at the life of one of my heros: <b>Tasha Tudor. </b>She is known and loved by many. Tasha was an author and illustrator of many books; she lived a life style of simplicity with great charm. She raised goats and chickens, loved having tea, creating dolls and doll houses, and gardening--oh the gardening. Tasha lived life fully until age 92; she died in 2008. </div>
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As I prepare for the earliest days of my retirement, I hope to take time for tea and a sit, rocking on the porch and enjoying the view of our Almost Paradise Homestead. I'm not an author; but I do sew, knit, grow vegetables, raise chickens and goats, love having tea and making dolls. The simple life is ahead; this eclectic Episcopalian is savoring the final days of my parish ministry as I prepare for the gift that lies ahead. The Stillwater religion just may be a part of my future! And a Facebook page called <b>Joy Fellowship</b> at Almost Paradise Homestead. Worship the beauty of holiness! # the simple life! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-39525725403126554372017-09-15T12:00:00.002-05:002017-09-15T12:01:44.073-05:00It's a little thing!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few months back, my husband and I took a little vacation. We enjoyed our time away and relished in the togetherness. One of our stops was in a place called A Taste of Amish. There were bulk foods, lots of different kinds of teas, homemade items, and wonderful sandwiches. Our visit was on a cold and dreary day, but we were warmed by the charm of the place.<br />
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After eating lunch and on our way to the check out, I noticed the sign at the cash register. Beside it was a glass jar of little plastic soldiers--and the bidding to take one and place it in your sight as a reminder to pray for those who serve our country grabbed me. I took one--wrapped it carefully with my other purchases.<br />
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Later, when our trip was completed I unwrapped the soldier and placed it in my prayer corner. It is a little thing, but it is a constant reminder to me to pray for our American soldiers serving around the world.<br />
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Perhaps others can make this offering! What if a church or business placed a jar of plastic soldiers as an invitation to prayer? If you make a trip to the Dollar Tree, a bag of these little things can be obtained for $1.00! <br />
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It's a little thing--yes! But prayer is very important and our service personnel need our prayer.<br />
Join me in praying for them. <em style="background-color: white; font-family: "Goudy Old Style", Garamond, Sabon, "Sabon LT Std", serif;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="25"> </a></em><br />
<em style="background-color: white; font-family: "Goudy Old Style", Garamond, Sabon, "Sabon LT Std", serif;">For those in the Armed Forces of our Country (from the Book of Common Prayer)</em><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "goudy old style" , "garamond" , "sabon" , "sabon lt std" , serif;">Almighty God, we commend to your gracious care and </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "goudy old style" , "garamond" , "sabon" , "sabon lt std" , serif;">keeping all the men and women of our armed forces at home </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "goudy old style" , "garamond" , "sabon" , "sabon lt std" , serif;">and abroad. Defend them day by day with your heavenly </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "goudy old style" , "garamond" , "sabon" , "sabon lt std" , serif;">grace; strengthen them in their trials and temptations; give </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "goudy old style" , "garamond" , "sabon" , "sabon lt std" , serif;">them courage to face the perils which beset them; and grant </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "goudy old style" , "garamond" , "sabon" , "sabon lt std" , serif;">them a sense of your abiding presence wherever they may be; </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "goudy old style" , "garamond" , "sabon" , "sabon lt std" , serif;">through Jesus Christ our Lord. </span><em style="background-color: white; font-family: "Goudy Old Style", Garamond, Sabon, "Sabon LT Std", serif;">Amen.</em><br />
<br />Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-42222142254550214462017-08-23T11:38:00.000-05:002017-08-23T11:38:12.771-05:00Moving toward September…<div class="MsoNormal">
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/><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Planning for the fall season and flipping
through the calendar, I am noticing that September is on the horizon. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">With the heat of the past few days, fall will
be a welcome season with its cooler temperatures and its many colors.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">For many people, school is already underway
and in some places, startup will follow Labor Day.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I love September—apple season is near!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> But
something that knows no season is hunger.
Recently I learned that September is <i>Hunger
Action Month</i> according to the Society of St. Andrew. If you don’t know about this society, you
might like to acquaint yourself with their website which may be found here:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><a href="http://endhunger.org/">http://endhunger.org</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The
Society of St. Andrew has many resources for you to develop a plan of
action.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Their 2017 Calendar of Prayer
and Action is chock full of sound, biblical responses to helping to end
hunger.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">If you attend St. Peter’s
Episcopal Church in Oxford, MS, see me; I’ll be happy to make a copy of the
calendar for you.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The calendar can also
be obtained from their website. Families may find the Society of St. Andrew’s </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">coin boxes a helpful aid in sharing the
problem of hunger with children.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">These,
too, may be obtained online, or you can make your own “bank” for coins.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Perhaps if you treat your children to a child’s
meal at a fast food restaurant you might put in the same amount of money into
the money box/bank to donation to help end hunger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> The
African proverb “It takes a village to raise a child” is very apt in addressing
hunger in the United States. Look in
your local area for what’s being done through food pantries, meals served in
churches, education programs. We’ve
often said for environmental issues “to think globally and act locally”—good advice
for addressing the issues of hunger. Let
us together ponder Jesus’ words in Matthew: “You give them something to eat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> May
your September be one of blessing. May
it also be one of prayer and action. Get
a calendar, fill your coin box/bank, and offer it to God on Sunday, October 1,
which is World Communion day. Then,
count your coins and send a check to the Society of St. Andrew to aid in their
work to end hunger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-65725594408967053392017-08-03T14:12:00.000-05:002017-08-03T14:12:32.595-05:00O the times, they are a changin'It is the beginning of August--where has this year gone? School begins for our local schools tomorrow! Have already seen Halloween decorations in the stores! 2017 is going fast. Faster than I'd like. And change is in the wind.<br />
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The times are changing. My retirement has been announced. I'll be retiring in February of 2018. It is bittersweet; the new embrace of life on the Homestead with my husband is so inviting! But the laying down of active ministry has my emotions stirring. How difficult to lay down the relationships--even temporarily. In some sense it is a protracted slipping away, and yet how quickly February will arrive! Seize the day! Make the most of the time we have together! My head and my heart will come together. <br />
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And I'm thinking of a new name for this blog. Oh, I'll always be that Eclectic Episcopalian! But perhaps a name that may be more reflective of my new role in retirement--as I continue to discover what that means for me. I invite your thoughts, should you care to share them. Wife, goatherd, gardener, collector of things that make me laugh, maker of dolls--these are among the things that will be a part of my life. I hope to be a much better neighbor--and a friend! Mostly, I seek to be a child of God embracing this new step--even as titles and blog names may change!<br />
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Dreaming! 2017 is blowing through--and along with it, change is in the wind. Thank you God for such rich, golden years as a priest in your church! <br />
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2016 gone . . .thank goodness!</h2>
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2017 here ...let's make it a good one! </h3>
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And I hope to be back writing my very simple blog about life!</div>
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Chosen word for this year: <b>Purge--</b>hoping to focus on "letting go!"</div>
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Cleaning out ... making space...</div>
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Chosen Saint for 2017--Hildegard of Bingen--she still inspires me!</div>
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Blessed New year to all! </div>
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Ann Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06452478053606083585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517487236922796870.post-79035678619098954002016-06-07T11:34:00.003-05:002016-06-07T11:34:57.187-05:00WelcomingI've been reflecting on what it is to be a welcoming community. Many churches today speak of being welcoming, of hospitality. What does it mean to be such a community?<br />
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A couple of weeks ago as I was making a pastoral call at our local hospital, I happened to have the radio on to NPR, and heard a piece that captured my attention. It was on "Cowboy Church." You may want to listen, too: <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1379186768_1" style="background-color: white; color: #2797da; font-family: "times new roman" , "new york" , "times" , serif; font-size: 16px; outline: 0px;"><a href="http://www.npr.org/2013/09/01/217268202/cowboy-church-with-rodeo-arena-they-do-church-different" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1379186668657_9694" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #2797da; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">http://www.npr.org/2013/09/01/217268202/cowboy-church-with-rodeo-arena-they-do-church-different</a></span><br />
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That same week, I received notice of an article posted by the Episcopal News Service (ENS) regarding biker/motorcycle blessings. It may be found here:<br />
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I was interviewed via telephone for this article because in one of my previous parishes, I celebrated a biker mass and blessings.<br />
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What does it mean to be a welcoming community where you are? How has a hospitality ministry made a difference to your faith community?<br />
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It saddens the heart to read that visitors received so little attention on a Sunday morning. Not everyone is a member; some need a word of encouragement. Be attentive; look for the stranger in your midst, and then, offer them the peace of Christ with signs and symbols of welcome.<br />
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