UNSETTLING

October 19, 2012

I had a set of plans for the day and it did not include working. But one of the other workers called in and now I must change my plans.  This is unsettling to me.  Not so much because I must be in the office this afternoon and early evening, but because of the inconsideration on the part of the staff who called in, and has done so quite regularly.  I'm wondering what this staff would have done if she had been told others had plans that could not be changed and couldn't cover for her?

People's failure to consider others is disturbing to me.  Is it selfishness, immaturity, lack of insight into how their behavior impacts others, or possibly all of these, depending on the person and circumstance?  It is something that I certainly must monitor in myself, for I am sure I have been guilty of actions that prove to be inconsiderate.  Most often it has not been my intention, but I'm certain my focus on my own needs or viewpoint has led to such occasions.  This is unavoidable, I think, if we are part of the human race!  The best I can do is to try and be aware, consider how my actions and decision might impact others and be quick to rectify it, apologize, work it out as best as possible when it occurs.

Today I read something on Facebook entitled "Cowboy Wisdom", posted by the folks at Texas Hill Country.  One of the pieces of wisdom said, "The easiest way to eat crow is while it's still warm.  The colder it gets, the harder it is to swaller".  Guess that's what I'm talking about when I find myself "unsettling" others.

And please let me know if I unsettle you!

Millie

FROM SHORE TO SHORE: bringing you up to date

October 18, 2012

It has been a long time since I wrote anything here, over a year.  Partly this has been due to difficulty with internet connections as we have traveled around the country and from RV park to RV park.  It has been a little over two years since we started out on our marvelous adventure and we love it just as much now as when we started.

 We have been from the shores of the Great Lakes

to the Pacific Coast;


from the mountains of Colorado






to the beaches of the Central Gulf Coast.

We have been in the desert,

         at the shore,

on the lakefronts and among the woodlands 

of this amazing country of ours.

We've spent time in the Heartland of America and watched the promise of Spring

turn into a draught-burned summer.






A glorious transition to Fall greeted us as we returned to the place from       which we started in Central Michigan.





Now we are back at the beach where the breezes are gentle and the sea oats wave hello.

The contrasts and variations are spectacular.  How can I pick a favorite?  Each ecosystem, each environment is wonderful in its own unique right.  I have loved them all.  What a glorious creation it is!

We have met such wonderful people along the way.  It seems we have built a collection of friends as we've traveled instead of a collection of stuff.  Isn't that wonderful?  So much more delightful and lasting!  I complained above about the variables of internet connection, yet this wonderful tool has allowed us to stay in touch with many of the wonderful folks we have met, as well as with family.  I know that I could not have enjoyed this journey as much if these connections had not been available.  Skype, instant messaging, Facebook, Instagram, my Iphone have all been wonderful instruments in making and sustaining relationships.  I applaud them! I am deeply grateful for them.  How amazing is our world of communication!

I have begun to write more, though you wouldn't know it from this blog!  I'm working on a family history, have dabbled in some poetry and started a couple of ideas that might flesh out into a short story or book.  This is a dream that I'm exploring even as I'm following the RVing dream.  I've been reading and doing the exercises of the book "The Artist's Way" by Julia Cameron. This has been quite a spiritual pilgrimage, one well worth taking. Here is a poem I wrote one morning as I walked around the lake at our park in Central Illinois:

          Sing, birds, your merry tune to glory in the morning.

          Filter, light, to usher muse in flash of sunlight glow.

          Travel the trail, walkers and carts, seeming to disrupt the flow

               But music is heard in a cheery hello, in a wave, as the day's aborning.

          Ripple, lake, your shimmery shine inviting  peace at your shore.

          Rustle, leaves, to welcome the sounds that through the spirit pours.

          Return, wanderer, to find the source that fills the cup o'erflowing

              For the music heard in each part of the whole is more than the earth can store.

                      (All rights reserved, Mildred P. Ericson, 10/18/2012)

I guess the thing I want to say as I reflect on things since the last time I blogged and at this point in the journey:  Don't wait.  Go for your dream.  Have fun.  Play.  Find the time.

Til next time,

Millie

Roads and Pathways



The Road up to Yankee Boy Basin

 I find myself fascinated with roads and paths. I take many pictures of them.  Sometimes the view is of the road or path ahead; sometimes the one already traveled.  I'm wondering today, "What is this fascination?  Is it the adventure of the unknown ahead - sort of like the anticipation of the unopened packages under the Christmas tree?  Is it the accomplishment of arriving at a certain point in a journey and wanting to reflect and remember the way I have come?  Is it just the beauty of the path snaking through the scenery: the artistry of it, the aesthetic mood created, that I want to hold on to?  Or is it the metaphor of life's journey that captures me?" 

This picture looks back down the road up which we had just come, a four-wheel drive road from Ouray, Colorado, to a magical place in the high mountains called Yankee Boy Basin.  We journeyed with friends in their vehicle.  The way was spectacular, winding with many switch backs and precipitous drop offs into the canyon and creek below; very rough and bumpy at points.  When it opened up into the high meadows of the Basin and we saw the amazing views and beautiful wildflowers, we delighted in our choice to take this journey.  We certainly felt a sense of accomplishment and received a wonderful gift for our effort.   Out of travail comes inexplicable joy!

At the moment that I take these pictures, I'm captured by the aesthetic of the place and want to capture it, hold on to it.  When I review the photos, the remembering of journey and place is called forth.  But also, I think of the anticipation of what lies ahead.  In the remembering, I know that both joys and struggles, adventure and sorrow, effort and gift were part of the path and, despite and because of them, I made it here.  Adventure lies ahead along with joy, sorrow, loss, beautiful places and wonderful experiences.  Because I have made it here, I know I can make it along the paths ahead.  In all this, I have learned that nothing can separate me from the love of God and that she has always been, is currently and will be always be with me through the ups and downs, twists and turns of the road.  I've also learned that there is no wrong path - God is along all of them and there is something to learn, someone to meet, an interesting or amazing place to see even when it seems to be a wrong turn.  And just maybe the turn that seemed wrong, was really made at the Spirit's nudge.  Wouldn't that be amazing to keep in mind when I'm totally annoyed with my husband for missing the exit or making the incorrect turn?

So did I answer my question?  I guess I just like the look of the winding road amidst the scenery of the surrounding area.  But there seems, indeed, to be, in my fascination, something deeper which offers invaluable lessons.

Enjoy the beauty of your particular pathways this day.

And let me know how roads and paths resonate with you! 

COMMUNITY, Part II

In my last post, I leaned heavily into the community I have found in the Episcopal Church.  However, I know that a similar sense of belonging is found in other places as well. 

Other denominations must offer some of the same feelings of cohesion across individual churches and geographic boundaries.  I receive bulletins from the United Church of Christ that supports such fellowship among UCCers.  My Quaker friends describe similar experiences. 

 I recently heard an amazing and beautiful story:  A young family – mother, father, and infant daughter (parents Russian-born but living in China, the daughter born in China) knew they needed to flee ahead of the invading Japanese.  While none spoke English (Russian and Chinese their languages), they chose to immigrate to Australia.  Their denominational connection was Baptist (not sure which branch but one that had roots in Russia and a presence in pre World War II China) sent out a world-wide newsletter regularly.  When this young family was to leave, the newsletter told of their journey.  It reached Australia and a group of church folk decided to meet every boat on which the family might be sailing.  The family was delayed because they had decided to stop off in Singapore on the way, and yet, the faithful group continued to meet every boat.  Finally, the family arrived and were overwhelmingly welcomed into their new community.  Can you imagine how that must have felt for this precious, displaced family as they arrived in a strange land!  The woman who told me this story, now a grandmother, was the infant daughter and still had tears in her eyes in the retelling and the rejoicing in God’s wonderful work through community.

While I believe that some of the best communities are those that are created in a spiritual context, deep feelings of connection happen in other settings as well.  I have found those in professional relationships, particularly with the folks I worked with for many years in a family service agency.  Additionally, particular avenues of post graduate work have led to several communities of which I feel a part.  One in particular has melded the professional and the spiritual to create a unique cohesion that is rich and deep.  This is the community built around sand tray work, which is both a clinical tool of healing and insight and also a way of deepening personal and communal spiritual growth, connection and bonding.  I have been richly blessed by this professional community.  It remains a virtual community as I travel.

Social Workers seek to support their clients in building healthy support systems.  Part of the work of a social work clinician is to assess the supports available to a client system, learn where it is broken or dysfunctional, where it is healthy and helpful; then strengthen the natural positive threads and help the client to build bridges of healing where possible or create new avenues leading to a strong and expanding web of support.  The profession even has a tool, called an ecogram, which plots these supports.  This tool, when drawn and completed, indeed looks much like a wonderful spider web with all parts interlinked and threads connecting back and forth and all around; or like a wheel with the spokes complete and strong. 

However we find community, both the church and my profession reflect on how incredibly essential and basic they are for health and contentment, for successful functioning. 

One of the joys of traveling has been the ability to experience a wide variety of ecosystems.  When I first wrote this we were in the Mojave Desert.  From the interstate, it looks dry and barren except for the scattered cactus and other desert plants, some of which look as dried up and dead as the desert floor.  But get off the highway onto a back road; walk a bit into the desert and it comes alive.  We see cactus flowers, lizards, a bevy of desert quail, a small spring-fed stream, coyote tracks.  They are all interconnected, a desert community, precious and spectacular and vulnerable.  A community that must be preserved.    

Let’s all embrace, expand and preserve our own precious networks!

View from the Coach Window: Community

I wrote the following on Monday, February 14:

Today is Valentine's Day and, as such, it seems a good time to speak of community, something I've wanted to address for some time.  I have lived in community with my Valentine for nearly 47 years.  We have reached the point where the outward expressions of Valentine's Day are not necessary to be reassured of each other's love and commitment.  We took a long walk together through a  beautiful natural area near where we are in San Diego.  This was our Valentine to each other.  The day was sunny and warm and we saw new growth and blossom, the San Diego spring appearing.  Community with one another and with the presence of God in creation.  What could be better?

Shortly before we started off on our adventure last summer, a good friend said to me:  "But won't you miss your community here?"  Well, yes, I do, but not in a way that keeps me from embracing the journey and where I am presently.  For, you see, we have discovered community every place we have traveled, which goes to show that if you have experienced community, know how to be in community and seek signs of community,  you will find community. 

The Episcopal Church, our demonimation, is one of the key elements in establishing connections as we travel.  That this is a liturgical, sacramentally focused denomination whose individual churches are all connected to one another through the use of a common liturgy and prayer book in no small measure helps to make this possible.  It is such a joyful thing to know that we can go into any Episcopal congregation and know the flow of the worship, easily settle into the liturgy and know that the scriptures we hear are the same ones heard in every congregation across the U.S., including our home parishes.  That in and of itself creates a sense of community and communion.

The church has provided a welcoming presence.  The promise that  "The Episcopal Church Welcomes You" has been fulfilled in both small and large congregations across ten states.  Several stand out:

• The small group of fifteen faithful folks at Holy Trinity in Wallace, Idaho, the last Episcopal Church in the Silver Valley, where worship was in the undercroft and where, because we had called the day before to find out the time of worship, places had been saved for us around the table and welcoming waves greeted us as we entered even though the service had already begun (we had to drive a number of miles from Montana where we had stayed the night, to reach the church). 
• The small church in Chehalis, Wa., St. Timothy's, whose members embraced us when our coach broke down and we were "stuck" there for two weeks while it was being repaired.  They reached out with love, inviting us into their lives and activities, and sent us on our way with gifts, tangible and intangible, for which we will be ever greatful.
• The great Cathedral in San Francisco where a lovely gentleman spent time with us before the service helping us to feel welcome.
• The old downtown parish in Rapid City, SD, where we discovered shared acquaintances with the retired priest associate; and where the rector's wife gave me yarn to begin knitting a prayer shawl, answering a quiet prayer of mine.  The smaller parish in the same city, where the joy of the worship permeated the welcome we received and visibly intermingled among congregants.
• The shared ministry parish in Willets, California, whose people celebrated and shared their various gifts of art, music and friendship.
• St. Dunstan's, San Diego, and the warmth of renewed friendship with a fellow clergy couple from Michigan now ministering here.

In all of these and others, we have found community and I thank God for each of them. These are all reasons I love the Episcopal Church and I would invite anyone interested in learning about more reasons folks love this denomination to check out the "People Who Are Rather Fond of the Episcopal Church" group site on Facebook or visit the closest Episcopal Church..

But we've also begun to discover community in the RVing world, too.  It seems RVers love to connect around where they have been and where they are going, and are every ready to offer support and direction.  We enjoyed getting to know lovely neighbors in the site next to us here in San Diego and we've shared dog stories across the country.  Our dog, Sandy, has made many friends, too, especially if the other dog is also a "doodle"--golden or lab.

And I can't fail to mention the wonderful online community of family, colleagues, friends from home and friends along the way.  What an amazing thing the internet and social networking is!

So, my friends, community is there.  It is here.  We continue to seek and find it and I hope that you do, too.  It is something that is incredibly wonderful and incredibly necessary.  And I am so eternally greatful for all my communities. 

And that was the view from the coach on Valentine's Day.

The Challenges to Regular Journaling

I have found it very difficult to create the space and time to journal in my blog while traveling.  Not that I haven't had things I wanted to blog about.  There have been many and I will get to them, hopefully in the near future.  I have a whole list of thoughts, ideas and reflections:  re-creation, people along the way, the wisdom of redwoods, sea lions - just to name a few.  But, when one is traveling, putting the computer away every few days, and wanting to go see the sights on the stopped days, blogging doesn't happen, it seems.  It is also rare to be alone and have quiet, something I at least need to write.  This is a circumstance that I didn't forsee when I decided to start blogging.  I had really thought I would be able to write a few words every few days, or at least once a week.  But no, it hasn't worked out that way.  I guess this just goes to show there are always unforeseen outcomes with all plans.  I wish I could see all those possibilities ahead of time but I have always been caught by some of the unexpected ones.  I have learned on this journey, however, that when the unexpected outcomes occur, there is always a way to problem solve them, learn from them, enjoy them or start up again where you left off. 

So I guess that is what I am doing today.  Starting up where I left off.  But, then again, not really because the view from the coach today is very different from what it was when I began.  So, instead of picking up where I left off, I guess I'm picking up from where I am now!

An unexpected occurence!

And that's the view from the coach window for today.

View from the Coach Window

I have been reflecting on the many dynamics of sight, vision, seeing.  As I've been doing so, the fact that scene and seen are pronounced the same with slightly different, though connected, meanings has resonated with me.  Let me elaborate.

I took the picture of the scene above as we drove towards the Black Hills in South Dakota several weeks ago.  We had been observing the cloud ahead for some time and had took some snaps of it.  I took this, not for the cloud, but because I could finally see the Black Hills in the distance.  What struck me when I downloaded the picture were the layers of meaning that  began to emerge into a metaphor for journey, both external and internal.

As I looked at the scene, I was amazed at what I could see with both the physical and the spiritual eye.  I was amazed at the significance of the dark cloud overhead and the bright blue sky and hills ahead.  As I reflected on the view, the dark cloud seemed to offer a number of different interpretations.  On the surface, it expressed the fulfillment of our dream to travel around the country and to see many beautiful places on our life list.  We had had a bit of difficulty leaving Michigan due to a series of mechanical difficulties with our motor home and, for a bit, it seemed as if Michigan did not want to let us go.  Finally, most of those bumps in the road seemed to be behind us (the dark cloud), we were coming out from under them and the real adventure was beginning.  The hills and the sunshine seemed to say, "Smooth sailing from now on". 

Then, as I continued to contemplate the picture, I was reminded of the Exodus story from the Old Testement where Yahweh follows the Hebrew people  in the form of a hovering cloud. .  Aha - so the cloud was not our troubles but a reminder of God's perpetual presence with us - a reminder I needed because its something I sometimes (uh -often) forget temporarily when bumps in the road occur.  And, of course, the bumps were not over, because all our journeys are filled with a variety of ups and downs, sunlight and shadow, fun and challenge.  Indeed, as in the old adage, you can't have one without the other.  But, the spiritual eye was reminding me that God is there is in it all, supporting, guiding and helping call me back from the anxiety that comes when the unexpected occurs. Then I can view the scene with new eyes, find the positive reframe and the best solutions as well as enjoy the journey a whole lot more.

A few days later, my husband and I were wandering around downtown Rapid City and I saw a piece of art in a window:  four or five Lakota riding across the plains on their ponies, above them a magnificent cloud that looked like a giant bird, maybe an Eagle -  the Great Spirit hovering over them.  Pretty amazing, huh!

So let's keep looking and seeing the scenes around us with all aspects of our beings and see what we discover!