Advent and Christmas
The holiday and days and nights leading up to the Birth of Christ have been almost as hectic as when I was living 'on the outside'. Some nights I am so tired, I cannot even turn on the computer, much less blog.
One of the remarkable things about L'Arche is the loyalty of former assistants, who come back from all over the United States, year after year, to visit the core members, especially this time of year. They are young men and women who have gone on to graduate school or begun careers, many, but not all by any means, in the field of social services. There is such a warmth of feeling all around. Hospitality is a hallmark of our community, and there is always a place at the table or a bed for the night.
The highlight of the season is the Living Nativity, L'Arche's annual gift to Jacksonville, held in a different venue each year, even outside at The Landing riverfront in previous times. This year's presentation was made at St. John the Baptist, Mayport, a newly renovated church in the style of a Benedictine Monastery. The Gospel of Luke was narrated by Sharon and Sister Rita, as the players entered the darkened nave by candle light to Pachelbel's "Canon". All those lovely, innocent, broken people moved me to tears. Frankly, I had anticipated a rather amateur performance, but the standing ovation by a packed house was evidence enough that I couldn't have been more wrong.
Beyond that, we have been to the Festival of Lights (lifeguard stands decorated in Christmas themes) at the beach; held an egg nog party; seen the Nutcracker, at which a good friend danced; provided dinner for all those in our community who remained here over the holidays, and taken excursions to Memorial Park and Little Talbot Island. In between, I managed a short trip to New Orleans to catch the music scene at night. Life is good!
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
Tasking vs Relationships
Thursday our Formation was held at Sharon's house up at the beach. The discussion on the agenda was the aforementioned. It is very common for assistants, when they first come to serve here, to want 'to do for' rather than relax and just 'be there'. Some, having lived in a society where work and accomplishment are paramount, on a scale from one to ten, are over-active and controlling; others are able to make the adjustment easily, or with practice, or are just naturally so, to the rhythm of relaxation and giving relationship a more important role.
I am, frankly, a tasker, but am learning. My need is to make order out of chaos, so sometimes I am compulsive about housework. I love to work in the garden, so our property looks nice. However, occasionally I am assigned to Pam, our core member who is non-verbal and in a wheelchair. She needs constant care with eating, toileting, bathing, dressing, etc. I have learned to slow down when I am with her. Initially, I was terrified when I first observed her care, thinking I would never be up to the task - how would I bond with her; how would I communicate with her? I know she comprehends, so I have begun an ongoing conversation while atttending to her; telling her about my fears and disappointments and accomplishments. She and I are beginning to feel comfortable together. It is all about the journey.
Thursday our Formation was held at Sharon's house up at the beach. The discussion on the agenda was the aforementioned. It is very common for assistants, when they first come to serve here, to want 'to do for' rather than relax and just 'be there'. Some, having lived in a society where work and accomplishment are paramount, on a scale from one to ten, are over-active and controlling; others are able to make the adjustment easily, or with practice, or are just naturally so, to the rhythm of relaxation and giving relationship a more important role.
I am, frankly, a tasker, but am learning. My need is to make order out of chaos, so sometimes I am compulsive about housework. I love to work in the garden, so our property looks nice. However, occasionally I am assigned to Pam, our core member who is non-verbal and in a wheelchair. She needs constant care with eating, toileting, bathing, dressing, etc. I have learned to slow down when I am with her. Initially, I was terrified when I first observed her care, thinking I would never be up to the task - how would I bond with her; how would I communicate with her? I know she comprehends, so I have begun an ongoing conversation while atttending to her; telling her about my fears and disappointments and accomplishments. She and I are beginning to feel comfortable together. It is all about the journey.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
"The Scandal of Service"
. . . is the title of one of Jean Vanier's books about the charism of the L'Arche Community. "Though he was in the form of God, Jesus did not count equality with God, a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, taking the form of a servant. . ." (Philippians 2:6)
Jesus washed the feet of his disciples, seeming to some an ordinary gesture; to others it is something shocking and challenging. The washing of feet is an important and highly significant act for us. During our retreat last week, we washed each other's feet as an act of love and humility. Some, new to the community, were a bit reluctant and puzzled, but once they let their hearts take over, they said they immediately became comfortable and were filled with joy.
I remember, when I was serving at a soup kitchen in Riviera Beach last year, every Friday a husband and wife team came to wash the feet of the homeless and give them new white socks, for the homeless do a lot of walking and wearing out of shoes and feet. I thought, at the time and still do, that it was the most extraordinary and worthwhile ministry I've every witnessed.
. . . is the title of one of Jean Vanier's books about the charism of the L'Arche Community. "Though he was in the form of God, Jesus did not count equality with God, a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, taking the form of a servant. . ." (Philippians 2:6)
Jesus washed the feet of his disciples, seeming to some an ordinary gesture; to others it is something shocking and challenging. The washing of feet is an important and highly significant act for us. During our retreat last week, we washed each other's feet as an act of love and humility. Some, new to the community, were a bit reluctant and puzzled, but once they let their hearts take over, they said they immediately became comfortable and were filled with joy.
I remember, when I was serving at a soup kitchen in Riviera Beach last year, every Friday a husband and wife team came to wash the feet of the homeless and give them new white socks, for the homeless do a lot of walking and wearing out of shoes and feet. I thought, at the time and still do, that it was the most extraordinary and worthwhile ministry I've every witnessed.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Retreat and Pilgrimage
This was a very active week for us at L'Arche Harbor House. Tuesday we went on retreat at Shepard of the Woods, a beautiful venue surrounding a lake, owned by the Lutheran Church. On Thursday we drove to St. Augustine on pilgrimage, beginning the day in the chapel of the Mother House of the Sisters of St. Joseph. We welcomed our newest core member, Jack. We prayed for him and wished him happiness and peace in his new home at Peace House.
Previously, Jack, who is non-verbal and autistic, lived in an atmosphere of intimidation and abuse. His family wished to send him to L'Arche, but at the time, we had no accommodations and had to say "no". However, in the spirit of Jean Vanier, who started the Movement with nothing but a small house with no plumbing nor electricity, "no" was not the answer God had in mind. So accommodations were made by moving people around and dividing rooms, and doing anything necessary so that Jack could be safe.
Next we walked the grounds of Mission Nombre de Dios and the Chapel of Nuestra Señora de la Leche y Buen Parto – Our Lady of the Milk and Happy Delivery. On September 8, 1565, Pedro Menéndez de Avilés landed and proclaimed this site for Spain and the Church. This is where western culture and Christian faith took root in our country. From there, we boarded a river cruise to the inlet and up the Matanzas River, where the porpoises came out to play just for us.
This was a very active week for us at L'Arche Harbor House. Tuesday we went on retreat at Shepard of the Woods, a beautiful venue surrounding a lake, owned by the Lutheran Church. On Thursday we drove to St. Augustine on pilgrimage, beginning the day in the chapel of the Mother House of the Sisters of St. Joseph. We welcomed our newest core member, Jack. We prayed for him and wished him happiness and peace in his new home at Peace House.
Previously, Jack, who is non-verbal and autistic, lived in an atmosphere of intimidation and abuse. His family wished to send him to L'Arche, but at the time, we had no accommodations and had to say "no". However, in the spirit of Jean Vanier, who started the Movement with nothing but a small house with no plumbing nor electricity, "no" was not the answer God had in mind. So accommodations were made by moving people around and dividing rooms, and doing anything necessary so that Jack could be safe.
Next we walked the grounds of Mission Nombre de Dios and the Chapel of Nuestra Señora de la Leche y Buen Parto – Our Lady of the Milk and Happy Delivery. On September 8, 1565, Pedro Menéndez de Avilés landed and proclaimed this site for Spain and the Church. This is where western culture and Christian faith took root in our country. From there, we boarded a river cruise to the inlet and up the Matanzas River, where the porpoises came out to play just for us.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Poured Out and Emptied
"For I am already being poured out like a libation, and the time of my departure is at hand." 2 Timothy 4:6
Dino and I often visit the garden crucifix next door at Christ the King Church. The depiction of a larger-than-life Christ, in real agony, is excruciating. So many 'crucified Christs' above altars rarely move me, for they are so sterile and unrealistic. However, this one is visceral. He 'poured out everything for us. Later the same day, we prayed the rosary in our grotto. Brenda did not feel like participating, but she did something much more meaningful, she sat and consoled Robbie, who was mourning the very recent death of his father. The image of Christ on the cross was transformed, for me, into the image of Brenda.
Very often when we come to the end of a long, long day and feel we have nothing more to give, someone comes along and needs to talk, or has a headache and wants an aspirin, or needs his sheets straightened. Then, by the grace of God, we are able to make that one last effort in pouring out and emptying ourselves for love.
"For I am already being poured out like a libation, and the time of my departure is at hand." 2 Timothy 4:6
Dino and I often visit the garden crucifix next door at Christ the King Church. The depiction of a larger-than-life Christ, in real agony, is excruciating. So many 'crucified Christs' above altars rarely move me, for they are so sterile and unrealistic. However, this one is visceral. He 'poured out everything for us. Later the same day, we prayed the rosary in our grotto. Brenda did not feel like participating, but she did something much more meaningful, she sat and consoled Robbie, who was mourning the very recent death of his father. The image of Christ on the cross was transformed, for me, into the image of Brenda.
Very often when we come to the end of a long, long day and feel we have nothing more to give, someone comes along and needs to talk, or has a headache and wants an aspirin, or needs his sheets straightened. Then, by the grace of God, we are able to make that one last effort in pouring out and emptying ourselves for love.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
The Slow Food Movement
We are blessed to have a priest of the Order of St. Louis de Monfort staying with us for one month. Father Tom has recently returned from Guatemala, where he served a poor village as pastor, educator and keeper of 50 head of cattle for five years.
Last week, while preparing a fabulous lunch of pasta, made with fresh vegetables, he gave a talk on 'slow food'; taking the time to fix nutritious meals to share with family and friends. The Movement endorses a comprehensive agenda, including educating consumers about the risks of fast food; lobbying against government funding of genetic engineering; preserving family farms, teaching gardening skills to students and prisoners and many more worthwhile objectives.
We are blessed to have a priest of the Order of St. Louis de Monfort staying with us for one month. Father Tom has recently returned from Guatemala, where he served a poor village as pastor, educator and keeper of 50 head of cattle for five years.
Last week, while preparing a fabulous lunch of pasta, made with fresh vegetables, he gave a talk on 'slow food'; taking the time to fix nutritious meals to share with family and friends. The Movement endorses a comprehensive agenda, including educating consumers about the risks of fast food; lobbying against government funding of genetic engineering; preserving family farms, teaching gardening skills to students and prisoners and many more worthwhile objectives.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Catholic Volunteers in Florida Retreat
Our Fall Retreat was held at the United Methodist Camp in Fruitland Park, under the direction of our new Retreat Director, Julie McElmurry. The exuberance of friends coming together from their various service sites was infectious.
Friday began with chair yoga, then a presentation on "The Spirituality of Conflict" by Heidi Peckham, who always gives a lively discourse on interesting and timely subjects. We had plenty of free time, and I played my first volley ball game that afternoon. Chelsea starred in college, so you can imagine the caliber of the competition.
Another presentation on the 'Examen' of St. Ignatius of Loyal was given by the Orlando Director of Communications, Teresa Peterson. She encouraged spiritual journaling using the Daily Examen to explore God's presence in our lives. Each evening Julia and Calla provided inspirational material for prayer and reflection. There is a cross on the lake that is illuminated at night, and a heron and an alligator show up, faithfully, at sundown, I guess to glorify God and thank Him for another day.
Saturday I led a yoga routine and the Morning Prayer with Taize music, Psalm, Scripture and Intercessory prayer. Then THE FUN! - a Ropes Course in the woods to continue to build team spirit. We were led through various routines, to test cooperation and support, culminating in very difficult rope and rock climbing, which only the stout-hearted were able to complete. I climbed the tower to the zip line, my knees shaking, stepped on that flimsy platform and wondered what kind of fool was I? Then jumped! OMG, I can now cross that off my 'bucket list'.
Later that evening, we carved pumpkins to take back to our service sites and lit a bonfire to toast sommores (or however you spell it). I recited "The Cremation of Sam McGee", and we sang and honored those who birthdays had passed or about to be celebrated. Again, the stout-hearted stayed after midnight to watch the flames go out.
Sunday several of us attended Mass at St. Paul's before saying goodbye until January, where we will gather again in St. Augustine.
Our Fall Retreat was held at the United Methodist Camp in Fruitland Park, under the direction of our new Retreat Director, Julie McElmurry. The exuberance of friends coming together from their various service sites was infectious.
Friday began with chair yoga, then a presentation on "The Spirituality of Conflict" by Heidi Peckham, who always gives a lively discourse on interesting and timely subjects. We had plenty of free time, and I played my first volley ball game that afternoon. Chelsea starred in college, so you can imagine the caliber of the competition.
Another presentation on the 'Examen' of St. Ignatius of Loyal was given by the Orlando Director of Communications, Teresa Peterson. She encouraged spiritual journaling using the Daily Examen to explore God's presence in our lives. Each evening Julia and Calla provided inspirational material for prayer and reflection. There is a cross on the lake that is illuminated at night, and a heron and an alligator show up, faithfully, at sundown, I guess to glorify God and thank Him for another day.
Saturday I led a yoga routine and the Morning Prayer with Taize music, Psalm, Scripture and Intercessory prayer. Then THE FUN! - a Ropes Course in the woods to continue to build team spirit. We were led through various routines, to test cooperation and support, culminating in very difficult rope and rock climbing, which only the stout-hearted were able to complete. I climbed the tower to the zip line, my knees shaking, stepped on that flimsy platform and wondered what kind of fool was I? Then jumped! OMG, I can now cross that off my 'bucket list'.
Later that evening, we carved pumpkins to take back to our service sites and lit a bonfire to toast sommores (or however you spell it). I recited "The Cremation of Sam McGee", and we sang and honored those who birthdays had passed or about to be celebrated. Again, the stout-hearted stayed after midnight to watch the flames go out.
Sunday several of us attended Mass at St. Paul's before saying goodbye until January, where we will gather again in St. Augustine.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Catching Up
These 14 hour days have made it difficult to blog consistently. So I'll try to remember last week. Seems it was full of glitches. Last Thursday, Greatfull House was schedule to have a group portrait taken. We all dressed in our finest, but for the first time in memory, two core members were late getting home from work and workshop, so we had to reschedule.
Saturday we celebrated Octoberfest with a picnic on the back deck. With all the sausage we get from the Food Bank, we made chicken sausage, Kielbasa, pork sausage, sausage with artichoke and garlic etc., etc.
I cooked most of the day. The occasion was to be in honor of our neighbor, Tommy, living next door at Nouwen House, but an old friend came along and took him out for the afternoon. Now Tommy wants to know when we're going to have another picnic for him.
Sunday we all attended the Gracias Christmas Cantata at The University of North Florida, performed by a company of Korean youth. They are world renowned, and the show was quite spectacular. However, between the second and third acts, I realized why it was free. . . we had to listen to a twenty minute sermon by the Reverend Park on sin and salvation. So during the intermission, Stacy and I went into the lobby. She is very friendly and will engage any stranger in conversation. Some are gracious, but most do not know how to react, or are embarrassed, or embarrassed for her. Such people begin to annoy me, but then I think it's really their problem. When we attempted to get back into the auditorium, the doors were locked, so we never heard the finale.
Last night was Bible Study night at St. Matthews Lutheran Church. The parishioners prepare a nice supper for L'Arche Harbor House. It was Greatfull House's turn to put on a skit to illustrate the evening's teaching from Scripture, (Jesus' journey to Jerusalem). Getting our core members to rehearse was like pulling teeth, but finally we were (somewhat) ready to perform. Just as the cast was making its entrance, Stacy and Kathy (The Disciples) had a little misunderstanding, and Kathy refused to go on. We grabbed Larry from the audience to replace her, then Stacy balked and had to be cajoled into cooperating. That's show biz!
These 14 hour days have made it difficult to blog consistently. So I'll try to remember last week. Seems it was full of glitches. Last Thursday, Greatfull House was schedule to have a group portrait taken. We all dressed in our finest, but for the first time in memory, two core members were late getting home from work and workshop, so we had to reschedule.
Saturday we celebrated Octoberfest with a picnic on the back deck. With all the sausage we get from the Food Bank, we made chicken sausage, Kielbasa, pork sausage, sausage with artichoke and garlic etc., etc.
I cooked most of the day. The occasion was to be in honor of our neighbor, Tommy, living next door at Nouwen House, but an old friend came along and took him out for the afternoon. Now Tommy wants to know when we're going to have another picnic for him.
Sunday we all attended the Gracias Christmas Cantata at The University of North Florida, performed by a company of Korean youth. They are world renowned, and the show was quite spectacular. However, between the second and third acts, I realized why it was free. . . we had to listen to a twenty minute sermon by the Reverend Park on sin and salvation. So during the intermission, Stacy and I went into the lobby. She is very friendly and will engage any stranger in conversation. Some are gracious, but most do not know how to react, or are embarrassed, or embarrassed for her. Such people begin to annoy me, but then I think it's really their problem. When we attempted to get back into the auditorium, the doors were locked, so we never heard the finale.
Last night was Bible Study night at St. Matthews Lutheran Church. The parishioners prepare a nice supper for L'Arche Harbor House. It was Greatfull House's turn to put on a skit to illustrate the evening's teaching from Scripture, (Jesus' journey to Jerusalem). Getting our core members to rehearse was like pulling teeth, but finally we were (somewhat) ready to perform. Just as the cast was making its entrance, Stacy and Kathy (The Disciples) had a little misunderstanding, and Kathy refused to go on. We grabbed Larry from the audience to replace her, then Stacy balked and had to be cajoled into cooperating. That's show biz!
Monday, October 6, 2014
Noah's Arc
Thursday was Community Night again, where visitors spend the evening with L'Arche. The core members donned animal masks they had made at the Rainbow Workshop and filed, two by two, into the 'virtual' arc while Sharon, one of the earliest residents of Harbor House, read from Genesis. We all sang, "A la la la la Leluia, shake another hand next to ya". The Spiritual Life Committee, made up of core members and coordinators, have come up with some very creative skits for these evenings.
Afterwards thirty or so members and guests came back to Greatfull House for supper. Because Mariusz, our renowned house chef, was off to Chicago, I was left to prepare the menu once again: baked rigatoni, garlic break and salad. We had some good wine, also.
Thursday was Community Night again, where visitors spend the evening with L'Arche. The core members donned animal masks they had made at the Rainbow Workshop and filed, two by two, into the 'virtual' arc while Sharon, one of the earliest residents of Harbor House, read from Genesis. We all sang, "A la la la la Leluia, shake another hand next to ya". The Spiritual Life Committee, made up of core members and coordinators, have come up with some very creative skits for these evenings.
Afterwards thirty or so members and guests came back to Greatfull House for supper. Because Mariusz, our renowned house chef, was off to Chicago, I was left to prepare the menu once again: baked rigatoni, garlic break and salad. We had some good wine, also.
Downward Mobility
This week's Formation was about 'descending the ladder of success'. Jesus Christ being the premier example; God shedding his divinity to become a slave among us, itinerant, washing feet, eating with despised tax collectors, etc. There have been many throughout history who have given up fame and fortune to lead a life of humility and simplicity. Henri Nouwen was a highly respected theologian and the most popular lecturer at Harvard University, a bastion of secularism. Students packed his classroom, those who couldn't get in stood outside to hear him. His books were published and translated throughout the world.
He was invited by Jean Vanier to visit Daybreak, a L'Arche community in Canada. Henri stayed. A man of tremendous energy and vitality, he was given the care of Adam, a severely disabled young man. It was torturous waiting for Adam to accomplish the simplest task of brushing his teeth. Henri writes, "I have heard about and read about the life of Jesus, but I was never able to touch or see him. I was able to touch Adam. I saw him and I touched his life. That's what we did; touched Adam! And what is said of Jesus must be said of Adam; 'Everyone who touched him was healed.'" (Mark 6:56)
This week's Formation was about 'descending the ladder of success'. Jesus Christ being the premier example; God shedding his divinity to become a slave among us, itinerant, washing feet, eating with despised tax collectors, etc. There have been many throughout history who have given up fame and fortune to lead a life of humility and simplicity. Henri Nouwen was a highly respected theologian and the most popular lecturer at Harvard University, a bastion of secularism. Students packed his classroom, those who couldn't get in stood outside to hear him. His books were published and translated throughout the world.
He was invited by Jean Vanier to visit Daybreak, a L'Arche community in Canada. Henri stayed. A man of tremendous energy and vitality, he was given the care of Adam, a severely disabled young man. It was torturous waiting for Adam to accomplish the simplest task of brushing his teeth. Henri writes, "I have heard about and read about the life of Jesus, but I was never able to touch or see him. I was able to touch Adam. I saw him and I touched his life. That's what we did; touched Adam! And what is said of Jesus must be said of Adam; 'Everyone who touched him was healed.'" (Mark 6:56)
Monday, September 29, 2014
It's Sunday Again
The sister of one of our core members owns a condo on the beach in Jacksonville Beach. When it's not rented out, she invites the assistants to use it on our days off. Yesterday I began my own silent, solo retreat, leaving behind computer, I-Pod books and guitar (and of course, I couldn't figure out how to work the TV, anyway). I decided the occasion called for a vegan diet, since we don't get very much in the way of fresh, green veggies at Greatfull House except for salad mixings.
I walked at least four miles on the beach on a perfectly beautiful day. Stopping to pick up some pretty shells, a 'salty dog' asked me if I had found any 'pieces of eight'. He explained they were small, pie shaped pieces of real silver, having been buried on the ocean floor since the time of the Armada. The casks have now rotted away and the silver pieces are washing ashore. Most people spying them just think they're aluminum junk. (Don 't know if he was pulling my leg or what.)
Afterwards I swam several laps in the pool. Because of all the activity, I thought some yoga poses would be a good idea to keep from stiffening up.
At eventide I just sat on the balcony looking out at the horizon thirty miles away (did you know the horizon is always thirty miles from wherever you are? A little piece of trivia I picked up as a sailor.) The rhythm of the waves provided musical accompaniment to my thoughts of The Creation. Yes, it's easy to find God in nature; it's hard to find Him in the hospital, nursing home and the homeless shelter.
The sister of one of our core members owns a condo on the beach in Jacksonville Beach. When it's not rented out, she invites the assistants to use it on our days off. Yesterday I began my own silent, solo retreat, leaving behind computer, I-Pod books and guitar (and of course, I couldn't figure out how to work the TV, anyway). I decided the occasion called for a vegan diet, since we don't get very much in the way of fresh, green veggies at Greatfull House except for salad mixings.
I walked at least four miles on the beach on a perfectly beautiful day. Stopping to pick up some pretty shells, a 'salty dog' asked me if I had found any 'pieces of eight'. He explained they were small, pie shaped pieces of real silver, having been buried on the ocean floor since the time of the Armada. The casks have now rotted away and the silver pieces are washing ashore. Most people spying them just think they're aluminum junk. (Don 't know if he was pulling my leg or what.)
Afterwards I swam several laps in the pool. Because of all the activity, I thought some yoga poses would be a good idea to keep from stiffening up.
At eventide I just sat on the balcony looking out at the horizon thirty miles away (did you know the horizon is always thirty miles from wherever you are? A little piece of trivia I picked up as a sailor.) The rhythm of the waves provided musical accompaniment to my thoughts of The Creation. Yes, it's easy to find God in nature; it's hard to find Him in the hospital, nursing home and the homeless shelter.
Theology of the Body
Thursday evening, St. Paul By-the-Sea, presented a segment of Pope John Paul II's 'Theology' lectures. The adaptation was geared, specifically, for families and care givers of people with disability.
In answer to the idea that we are all souls, trapped in a human body, he says, "The physical human body has a specific meaning and is capable of revealing answers regarding fundamental questions about us and our lives." And again, “It is typical of rationalism to make a radical contrast in man between spirit and body, between body and spirit. But man is a person in the unity of his body and his spirit. The body can never be reduced to mere matter.":
We think of the people we care for as 'broken', and have a tendency to try to 'fix' them. After attempting such, a young mother in the audience, tearfully, shared her experience with two autistic children, saying that they were 'perfect' just as they are. AMEN!
Thursday evening, St. Paul By-the-Sea, presented a segment of Pope John Paul II's 'Theology' lectures. The adaptation was geared, specifically, for families and care givers of people with disability.
In answer to the idea that we are all souls, trapped in a human body, he says, "The physical human body has a specific meaning and is capable of revealing answers regarding fundamental questions about us and our lives." And again, “It is typical of rationalism to make a radical contrast in man between spirit and body, between body and spirit. But man is a person in the unity of his body and his spirit. The body can never be reduced to mere matter.":
We think of the people we care for as 'broken', and have a tendency to try to 'fix' them. After attempting such, a young mother in the audience, tearfully, shared her experience with two autistic children, saying that they were 'perfect' just as they are. AMEN!
How Did I Get Here?
During the application process of Catholic Volunteers in Florida, we were given a list priorities from which to choose: serving the homeless, the elderly, hospice, victims of domestic abuse, foster children, ex-offenders, etc. I skipped it, as I felt The Lord would lead me wherever I was most needed. (As a matter of fact, living with developmentally disabled adults was probably the last ministry I would have chosen, the challenge being too great, I thought.) Well, Wisdom, which is God, sent me to L'Arche. I think we're a perfect match. Every moment of every day I feel rewarded, and I think I am making a modest contribution to the welfare of these lovely souls.
During the application process of Catholic Volunteers in Florida, we were given a list priorities from which to choose: serving the homeless, the elderly, hospice, victims of domestic abuse, foster children, ex-offenders, etc. I skipped it, as I felt The Lord would lead me wherever I was most needed. (As a matter of fact, living with developmentally disabled adults was probably the last ministry I would have chosen, the challenge being too great, I thought.) Well, Wisdom, which is God, sent me to L'Arche. I think we're a perfect match. Every moment of every day I feel rewarded, and I think I am making a modest contribution to the welfare of these lovely souls.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Sunday at L'Arche
Arlington is a pretty shabby section of the city. So as today is my day off, I went looking for a nice park to enjoy the good weather and 'chill out'. There weren't any in the vicinity, but I found a lovely cemetery with lots of live oak and a pond. A young couple and their kids were fishing, whether for sunnies or alligators, I couldn't tell, for every time a line was cast, the gator could be seen following it in to shore.
There were some really nice markers and even some fanciful headstones, and except for the tacky, plastic flowers adorning some graves, it was restful to the eye and soul. I sat in the shade and read an entire book - George Sand's "The Black City".
My room is tiny, the size of a monk's cell, on the second floor of Greatfull House, tucked away from all the activity, with three windows providing lots of light. Outside my door is the fire exit, a deck across a flat roof leading to iron stairs. When I got back, I put a lawn chair on the roof, facing southwest to catch the sunset. From there I could hear singing coming from the Vietnamese Cultural Center behind the property. With a glass of wine and some cheese and fruit, it was the end of a perfect day.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Italian Night
Last night was our annual fundraiser, held at Christ The King Church next door. The main meal was catered by Olive Garden, but each house contributed a course. Greatfull House made a very elegant and colorful antipasto. There were many good sports who wore togas and laurel wreaths. The wine was good. The grand prize was a fully paid trip for two to Italy.
Every Saturday, we try to find interesting things to do or places to go. It was raining, so Amy and I took Pam and Dino to "Tea and Symphony" at the Episcopal Prep School. The concert by students, supplemented by cello, viola and violin from the Jacksonville Symphony, was first rate. The conductor, himself, is a soloist with the Symphony; the program rich and varied. If you closed your eyes, you would never think you were listening to amateurs. The arts center, in which the music was played is superior what you might find at most colleges.
I have brought my Bose into the living room to share music with our household. To quote Yehudi Menuhin, "I can only think of music as something inherent in every human being - a birthright. Music coordinates mind, body and spirit." For people with developmental disabilities, who are usually hyperactive, it is very therapeutic. They will sit and listen, attentively, for an hour at a time to Mozart, Bach and Cat Stevens. I was also surprised that the same holds true for meditation, which we do on Thursday mornings for fifteen minutes. There is no restlessness or fidgeting, just sweet silence.
Last night was our annual fundraiser, held at Christ The King Church next door. The main meal was catered by Olive Garden, but each house contributed a course. Greatfull House made a very elegant and colorful antipasto. There were many good sports who wore togas and laurel wreaths. The wine was good. The grand prize was a fully paid trip for two to Italy.
Every Saturday, we try to find interesting things to do or places to go. It was raining, so Amy and I took Pam and Dino to "Tea and Symphony" at the Episcopal Prep School. The concert by students, supplemented by cello, viola and violin from the Jacksonville Symphony, was first rate. The conductor, himself, is a soloist with the Symphony; the program rich and varied. If you closed your eyes, you would never think you were listening to amateurs. The arts center, in which the music was played is superior what you might find at most colleges.
I have brought my Bose into the living room to share music with our household. To quote Yehudi Menuhin, "I can only think of music as something inherent in every human being - a birthright. Music coordinates mind, body and spirit." For people with developmental disabilities, who are usually hyperactive, it is very therapeutic. They will sit and listen, attentively, for an hour at a time to Mozart, Bach and Cat Stevens. I was also surprised that the same holds true for meditation, which we do on Thursday mornings for fifteen minutes. There is no restlessness or fidgeting, just sweet silence.
Our People
Even though the
culture and charism of L'Arche is predominately Catholic, the population
is Ecumenical. There are assistants of other faiths from Peru,
Germany, Morocco, The Philippines, India and some mid-eastern nations. It
makes for a very interesting mix.
I continue
gardening. Our charming grotto has been neglected for months. In
Florida, it doesn't take long for the jungle to take back its claim on the
land. More weeding, mulching and planting, culminating in bleaching Our
Lady's statue and the wooden benches surrounding her, so I can apply wood
preservative. It's a lovely spot with Spanish Moss hanging from the live oaks
overhead. As soon as the weather breaks, we are going to meet out there
to pray the Rosary on Monday afternoons.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Peace Concert
On the eve of 9/11/14, I took Stacy to hear the combined choruses of The University of North Florida, the Douglas Anderson Chorale and The Atlantic Coast Honor Chorus at St. John's Episcopal Cathedral. The program was a mix of traditional hymns and spirituals, music exquisitely sung, in an exquisite setting, by students, who had only had, in some cases, only two rehearsals, this semester having just begun.
We have another new assistant, Jill from Germany, so last Saturday she and Amy and I took Kathy to the Cummer Art Museum. For a relatively small museum, the Cummer has a very impressive permanent collection from Egyptian to Pre-Columbian to Impressionist, to Abstract painting and sculpture. The English and Italian gardens, overlooking the St. Johns River, are every bride's dream of a reception venue. There is also a newly added outdoor cafe.
On the eve of 9/11/14, I took Stacy to hear the combined choruses of The University of North Florida, the Douglas Anderson Chorale and The Atlantic Coast Honor Chorus at St. John's Episcopal Cathedral. The program was a mix of traditional hymns and spirituals, music exquisitely sung, in an exquisite setting, by students, who had only had, in some cases, only two rehearsals, this semester having just begun.
We have another new assistant, Jill from Germany, so last Saturday she and Amy and I took Kathy to the Cummer Art Museum. For a relatively small museum, the Cummer has a very impressive permanent collection from Egyptian to Pre-Columbian to Impressionist, to Abstract painting and sculpture. The English and Italian gardens, overlooking the St. Johns River, are every bride's dream of a reception venue. There is also a newly added outdoor cafe.
L'Arche Identity Statement
"We are people with and without learning disabilities sharing life in communities of faith. Mututal relationships and trust in God are at the heart of our life together. We seek to build a world that recognizes the unique value of every person and our need for one another."
Whenever my focus becomes about me and my service, I must stand back and be reminded that it is ALL about our core members, who will be here long after I have left. It's their energy, joy, enthusiasm, pain and suffering that is at the center of our environment. Another important lesson is the change from that of 'wanting to do things for' to that of 'listening to'', and a readiness and openness to be transformed by the experience. In The Heart of L'Arche, Jean Vanier speaks about the developmentally disabled having awakened a part of his being that had been under-developed, dormant. Through them, a new world began to open up for him, not the world of efficiency, competition, success and power, but the world of the heart, of vulnerability and communion leading toward healing and wholeness.
"We are people with and without learning disabilities sharing life in communities of faith. Mututal relationships and trust in God are at the heart of our life together. We seek to build a world that recognizes the unique value of every person and our need for one another."
Whenever my focus becomes about me and my service, I must stand back and be reminded that it is ALL about our core members, who will be here long after I have left. It's their energy, joy, enthusiasm, pain and suffering that is at the center of our environment. Another important lesson is the change from that of 'wanting to do things for' to that of 'listening to'', and a readiness and openness to be transformed by the experience. In The Heart of L'Arche, Jean Vanier speaks about the developmentally disabled having awakened a part of his being that had been under-developed, dormant. Through them, a new world began to open up for him, not the world of efficiency, competition, success and power, but the world of the heart, of vulnerability and communion leading toward healing and wholeness.
Friday, September 5, 2014
Jubilee Year
This year L'Arche, around the world, celebrates the 50th year of its founding by Jean Vanier, in France in 1964. Last night the entire community, plus board members, friends and family gathered together for a joyful celebration with prayer, song and a skit by the core members, enacting the parable of the Wedding Feast, when the king prepared a lavish banquet for friends and neighbors, who all rejected his invitation with various excuses. Then he sent his servants out to bring to table the sick, the poor and the lame. It was a very touching dramatization.
Afterwards, all members and guests visited three of our homes for dinner. The night before, we had taken several pounds of, what looked like chicken, out of the freezer. When defrosted, we discovered it was white fish. I agonized over how to make such an uninteresting prospect palatable. Then the Lord sent Lisette, from Prayer House. She formerly owned a restaurant, and is a born cook. She went to work chopping garlic, onions, tomatoes and whipping up a spicy sauce, which transformed those creatures from the sea into a gourmet meal.
This year L'Arche, around the world, celebrates the 50th year of its founding by Jean Vanier, in France in 1964. Last night the entire community, plus board members, friends and family gathered together for a joyful celebration with prayer, song and a skit by the core members, enacting the parable of the Wedding Feast, when the king prepared a lavish banquet for friends and neighbors, who all rejected his invitation with various excuses. Then he sent his servants out to bring to table the sick, the poor and the lame. It was a very touching dramatization.
Afterwards, all members and guests visited three of our homes for dinner. The night before, we had taken several pounds of, what looked like chicken, out of the freezer. When defrosted, we discovered it was white fish. I agonized over how to make such an uninteresting prospect palatable. Then the Lord sent Lisette, from Prayer House. She formerly owned a restaurant, and is a born cook. She went to work chopping garlic, onions, tomatoes and whipping up a spicy sauce, which transformed those creatures from the sea into a gourmet meal.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
"Once in Love With Amy"
For the generations unfamiliar with Maurice Chavalier, that was his signature song. We have been blessed with Amy Liz, a graduate in musicology and new assistant, who has decided to spend a year serving the developmentally disabled. This is a 'piece of cake' for her, as she comes from experience in a half way house for ex-offenders, who had to be at times, restrained. She has taken over the supervision of a severely handicapped core member, who has to be lifted from bed to wheelchair, to dinner table, to shower - well you get the idea. Anyway, I was in despair as I do not have the strength nor leverage to move Pam, so the Lord sent Amy just in time. WELCOME!
Saturday we took three residents to the farmer's market, where there is always good entertainment, as well as good food. Afterwards I drove everyone around my old neighborhood in Avondale to see the old homes and historic district, so different from where L'Arche is located.
Each assistant has been given responsibility for an area of attention around the compound. I have been assigned maintenance of the landscaping, which I am loving, as I am a a frustrated gardiner, and love plunging my hands into the dirt. I've set up bird feeders, weeded, mulched and planted roses and other perennials in beds.
For the generations unfamiliar with Maurice Chavalier, that was his signature song. We have been blessed with Amy Liz, a graduate in musicology and new assistant, who has decided to spend a year serving the developmentally disabled. This is a 'piece of cake' for her, as she comes from experience in a half way house for ex-offenders, who had to be at times, restrained. She has taken over the supervision of a severely handicapped core member, who has to be lifted from bed to wheelchair, to dinner table, to shower - well you get the idea. Anyway, I was in despair as I do not have the strength nor leverage to move Pam, so the Lord sent Amy just in time. WELCOME!
Saturday we took three residents to the farmer's market, where there is always good entertainment, as well as good food. Afterwards I drove everyone around my old neighborhood in Avondale to see the old homes and historic district, so different from where L'Arche is located.
Each assistant has been given responsibility for an area of attention around the compound. I have been assigned maintenance of the landscaping, which I am loving, as I am a a frustrated gardiner, and love plunging my hands into the dirt. I've set up bird feeders, weeded, mulched and planted roses and other perennials in beds.
Sunday's my day off so I hiked the Timucuan Preserve for about seven miles. The Seminoles survived to open casinos in Ft. Lauderdale, but the Timucuan were decimated by European infectious disease and colonists from England.
Florida hiking does not have the allure of scenic overlooks
found in the West and Northeast
, being relatively flat and uninteresting. Mostly salt marsh and an occasional creek among the flora and fauna of tropical scrub. Some inclines, which in 97 degree heat and humidity, at 1:00 p.m., can be formidable. And just when you think there's nothing more to experience, viola! . . . La Caroline. . . a reconstruction of a 1500's fortress built by French Huguenots. Friday, August 29, 2014
Wednesday afternoon we bid farewell to Mischa, who is returning to Germany after a year's service here. He will be sorely missed, as he is truly a 'man for all seasons', his energy and whit pervading Harbor House. People shared their stories of Mischa and entertained with a skit. . . "A day in the life of. . ." I emoted with a poem in German by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (with apologies for pronunciation) and its English translation, which is also a beautiful meditation:
| Wandrers Nachtlied II | Wayfarer's Night Song II |
Über allen Gipfeln | Over all the hilltops |
| Ist Ruh, | is calm. |
| In allen Wipfeln | In all the treetops |
| Spürest du | you feel |
| Kaum einen Hauch; | hardly a breath of air. |
| Die Vögelein schweigen in Walde. | The little birds fall silent in the woods. |
| Warte nur, balde | Just wait... soon |
| Ruhest du auch. | you'll also be at rest. |
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Walking a Tight Rope
Well I safely transported a van full of people to the Shriner's Circus and back last night. . . praise God! As we drove up, PETA lined the driveway with its protest signs. I did feel pretty badly for the bears being put through their paces; even they looked bored. Altogether, it was a pretty weak circus. The chimp wore pants and rode a scooter. The pacing was awful and it dragged on interminably until the jump roping guys, and there is no way to explain their act, but it was darn good.
Our 'core members' are mostly sweet and gentle souls, but some sulk and become impatient, angry, reluctant to participate and on the whole, behave as children at times. Some behavior calls for discipline, but they have their own Bill of Rights and are free to make choices. Therefore, it can be a real balancing act at times.
Well I safely transported a van full of people to the Shriner's Circus and back last night. . . praise God! As we drove up, PETA lined the driveway with its protest signs. I did feel pretty badly for the bears being put through their paces; even they looked bored. Altogether, it was a pretty weak circus. The chimp wore pants and rode a scooter. The pacing was awful and it dragged on interminably until the jump roping guys, and there is no way to explain their act, but it was darn good.
Our 'core members' are mostly sweet and gentle souls, but some sulk and become impatient, angry, reluctant to participate and on the whole, behave as children at times. Some behavior calls for discipline, but they have their own Bill of Rights and are free to make choices. Therefore, it can be a real balancing act at times.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
More Milestones
I've passed a driver's test and can now drive a ten passenger van. We're taking several houses to the circus on Saturday, so please pray for me. Also been certified to assist in the administration of medications. Pray for me again! Finally, all the piano and guitar lessons have come to fruition, as I've been designated to play at our prayer services and social get-togethers.
Today the coordinators and assistants gathered for 'formation' at the home of a friend of the community. David is a retired CEO, whose generosity and kindliness are a beautiful gift to Harbor House. We have an open invitation to swim in his pool, overlooking the Arlington River, any time of day or night. This morning we watched a video of the life and service of Jean Vanier, the founder of L'Arche, followed by small group discussion and sharing.
After lunch, Dave took several of us out on in his 26 foot SeaRay. Having previously lived overlooking the St. John's River, it was fun to experience it from the water. We followed a pod of porpoise past the Jaguar's Stadium (with the dubious distinction of having the largest electronic scoreboard in the Country), and past The Riverwalk in downtown Jacksonville.
I've passed a driver's test and can now drive a ten passenger van. We're taking several houses to the circus on Saturday, so please pray for me. Also been certified to assist in the administration of medications. Pray for me again! Finally, all the piano and guitar lessons have come to fruition, as I've been designated to play at our prayer services and social get-togethers.
Today the coordinators and assistants gathered for 'formation' at the home of a friend of the community. David is a retired CEO, whose generosity and kindliness are a beautiful gift to Harbor House. We have an open invitation to swim in his pool, overlooking the Arlington River, any time of day or night. This morning we watched a video of the life and service of Jean Vanier, the founder of L'Arche, followed by small group discussion and sharing.
After lunch, Dave took several of us out on in his 26 foot SeaRay. Having previously lived overlooking the St. John's River, it was fun to experience it from the water. We followed a pod of porpoise past the Jaguar's Stadium (with the dubious distinction of having the largest electronic scoreboard in the Country), and past The Riverwalk in downtown Jacksonville.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Thirsting for good conversation
It's Saturday morning and everyone is watching Pop-Eye, the Sailor Man. Our other assistant, Mariuz, who is a wonder, doing everything from attending to the physical and psychological needs of the most dependent core members to fixing the washing machine, to cooking most of the meals, is a good looking, young man from Poland, who also wears a hearing aid. His accent is very hard to understand. So you see how I am yearning for some adult communication. I would love to have a closer relationship with the two Sisters of St. Joseph on campus, but both are house coordinators with a myriad of responsibilities, and I rarely see them.
My day off begins at 9:00 p.m. tonight with Sunday and Monday free. Monday I practice with my old tennis team. I won't be able to play competitively with them, as their matches are on Thursdays, but it's just great to be out on the courts again, if only briefly. We have yoga class here on Thursdays and cardio exercise on Fridays. So I just really need to exercise my mouth once in awhile.
It's Saturday morning and everyone is watching Pop-Eye, the Sailor Man. Our other assistant, Mariuz, who is a wonder, doing everything from attending to the physical and psychological needs of the most dependent core members to fixing the washing machine, to cooking most of the meals, is a good looking, young man from Poland, who also wears a hearing aid. His accent is very hard to understand. So you see how I am yearning for some adult communication. I would love to have a closer relationship with the two Sisters of St. Joseph on campus, but both are house coordinators with a myriad of responsibilities, and I rarely see them.
My day off begins at 9:00 p.m. tonight with Sunday and Monday free. Monday I practice with my old tennis team. I won't be able to play competitively with them, as their matches are on Thursdays, but it's just great to be out on the courts again, if only briefly. We have yoga class here on Thursdays and cardio exercise on Fridays. So I just really need to exercise my mouth once in awhile.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Tests for Certification
AHCA (Agency for Health Care Administration) is very rigorous in Florida, as there is a history of fraud and abuse due to the vulnerable population of elders living here. As for the developmentally disabled, an astounding 90% of this population has been physically or sexually abused. Since arriving at L'Arche, I've completed an FBI criminal background check, fingerprinting, motor vehicle check, Zero Tolerance course, TB test and physical, incidence reporting, and yesterday, an administration of medications course. At Greatfull House, we have two severely disabled residents, both prone to seizures at times.
Otherwise, I find myself cooking for eight once again, about twice a week, dealing with who likes this and who doesn't like that. We are supposed to prepare only very healthy meals, however, since we receive most of our food from the food bank, our freezer is loaded with ham, bacon, pork and sausage. I've been supplementing a few items myself, and so far, I've made a quiche lorraine and tonight, a steak Teriyaki stir fry and key lime pie. (This was, at least, received with many kudos.)
Last night, the Resurrection Episcopal Church hosted a monthly dance party for us with a disk jockey and karaoke. If I can figure out how to post the pictures on Face Book, I shall.
AHCA (Agency for Health Care Administration) is very rigorous in Florida, as there is a history of fraud and abuse due to the vulnerable population of elders living here. As for the developmentally disabled, an astounding 90% of this population has been physically or sexually abused. Since arriving at L'Arche, I've completed an FBI criminal background check, fingerprinting, motor vehicle check, Zero Tolerance course, TB test and physical, incidence reporting, and yesterday, an administration of medications course. At Greatfull House, we have two severely disabled residents, both prone to seizures at times.
Otherwise, I find myself cooking for eight once again, about twice a week, dealing with who likes this and who doesn't like that. We are supposed to prepare only very healthy meals, however, since we receive most of our food from the food bank, our freezer is loaded with ham, bacon, pork and sausage. I've been supplementing a few items myself, and so far, I've made a quiche lorraine and tonight, a steak Teriyaki stir fry and key lime pie. (This was, at least, received with many kudos.)
Last night, the Resurrection Episcopal Church hosted a monthly dance party for us with a disk jockey and karaoke. If I can figure out how to post the pictures on Face Book, I shall.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Marywood
We have joined our friends at the Faith and Sharing Retreat for Mass in a lovely, little chapel in the woods on the grounds of Marywood, on the Saint Johns River in Switzerland, Florida. Bishop Estavez, the Archbishop of St. Augustine and surrounding counties, is presiding. The crowd is exuberant, the singing so heartfelt. Our Kathy doesn't always know the words and sings off key, but she really belts it out.
After a shared meal, we hear a forceful talk by John Foppe, born without arms, who has faced obstacles, both physical and emotional, his entire life. While some see his condition as a debilitating handicap, John disagrees. "Our only handicaps are those mental and emotional ones that prevent us from participating fully in life." His message was one of taking responsibility and not letting oneself become a victim of one's disability. His latest book is titled, "What's Your Excuse?"
We have joined our friends at the Faith and Sharing Retreat for Mass in a lovely, little chapel in the woods on the grounds of Marywood, on the Saint Johns River in Switzerland, Florida. Bishop Estavez, the Archbishop of St. Augustine and surrounding counties, is presiding. The crowd is exuberant, the singing so heartfelt. Our Kathy doesn't always know the words and sings off key, but she really belts it out.
After a shared meal, we hear a forceful talk by John Foppe, born without arms, who has faced obstacles, both physical and emotional, his entire life. While some see his condition as a debilitating handicap, John disagrees. "Our only handicaps are those mental and emotional ones that prevent us from participating fully in life." His message was one of taking responsibility and not letting oneself become a victim of one's disability. His latest book is titled, "What's Your Excuse?"
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Settling In
I rise at 6:00 a.m., which isn't as sacrificial as it sounds, as I that is where my circadian clock is set. Down to the kitchen to help with breakfast and pack lunches. Several 'core members' go out for about four hours to work each day - McDonalds, Pizza Hut, Publix, etc. This is, however, after Morning Prayer, which is said in a different house each day. All who wish, gather to read Scripture, share and pray. This morning we listened to God through silent meditation.
Assistants do housework from 9:00 to 10:00 a.m. then have free time until 2:00 p.m. Tuesday I drove Marius, Emma and Micha to the beach, as they don't have cars. Marius is from Poland; Emma and Micha from Germany. They are all delightful, exuberant and extremely dedicated. I walked two miles on the sand while they surfed and sunbathed.
After supper last night, we took the van and drove down to The Riverwalk to stroll and buy ice cream. At this point, you must be wondering where the sacrifice comes in, as I just seem to be having fun. There is a serious side to all this, which you'll see later on. I am really just observing right now, and I have to go through medication training and take other tests to be able to handle things on my own.
Some members and assistants have been on retreat at Marywood this week. We are joining them dinner and for Mass tonight, said by the Bishop.
Assistants do housework from 9:00 to 10:00 a.m. then have free time until 2:00 p.m. Tuesday I drove Marius, Emma and Micha to the beach, as they don't have cars. Marius is from Poland; Emma and Micha from Germany. They are all delightful, exuberant and extremely dedicated. I walked two miles on the sand while they surfed and sunbathed.
After supper last night, we took the van and drove down to The Riverwalk to stroll and buy ice cream. At this point, you must be wondering where the sacrifice comes in, as I just seem to be having fun. There is a serious side to all this, which you'll see later on. I am really just observing right now, and I have to go through medication training and take other tests to be able to handle things on my own.
Some members and assistants have been on retreat at Marywood this week. We are joining them dinner and for Mass tonight, said by the Bishop.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
GREATFULL HOUSE
I know it's misspelled, but that's how the members see themselves. There are other houses at L'Arche, Harbor House: Sunflower, Peace, Nouwan and Prayer. Since I've come, there has been a lot of celebrating. Friday night was goodbye to present assistants (which is what we're called) and welcome to the new. Good food, singing and dancing, skits, testimonials and lots of hugging and tears of farewell. Saturday the director's five month old baby was blessed by the entire community in a very moving tribute. After Sunday Mass today, our house went to a bowling birthday party for Dino. Like in most sports, I have great form but only scored a troubling 50; every core member beat me, including Pam, who is in a wheelchair!
Two assistants have already left, two more tomorrow. It's the biggest attrition in a long time. Kate is going back to Chicago. She is a lovely looking girl with a lovely soul. She is so gentle, loving and patient. I have been 'shadowing' her and awed by what she is able to accomplish. I am feeling very apprehensive about her departure.
I know it's misspelled, but that's how the members see themselves. There are other houses at L'Arche, Harbor House: Sunflower, Peace, Nouwan and Prayer. Since I've come, there has been a lot of celebrating. Friday night was goodbye to present assistants (which is what we're called) and welcome to the new. Good food, singing and dancing, skits, testimonials and lots of hugging and tears of farewell. Saturday the director's five month old baby was blessed by the entire community in a very moving tribute. After Sunday Mass today, our house went to a bowling birthday party for Dino. Like in most sports, I have great form but only scored a troubling 50; every core member beat me, including Pam, who is in a wheelchair!
Two assistants have already left, two more tomorrow. It's the biggest attrition in a long time. Kate is going back to Chicago. She is a lovely looking girl with a lovely soul. She is so gentle, loving and patient. I have been 'shadowing' her and awed by what she is able to accomplish. I am feeling very apprehensive about her departure.
Friday, August 1, 2014
San Pedro Retreat, Catholic Volunteers in Florida
I have left home and family, for one year, to follow God's calling to serve. I am living in a group home for developmentally disabled adults in Jacksonville, Florida. The name of the community is L'Arche, a world-wide movement begun by Jean Vanier in France in 1964. Until he brought three men into his home, they had been, literally, 'disposed' of in jails and mental institutions of the worst sort. That was the genesis of a concept that has brought peace and dignity to many.
I shall begin this blog, however, with CVIF's retreat in Orlando. We were twelve men and women, mostly recently graduated college students, together for four days of workshops, team building, lectures on living in community, personality types, discernment, social justice, spiritual and personal growth, etc.
Because I am nearly a century older than all the attendees, I figured I had most of the answers. I was astounded by the collective wisdom of these twenty year olds. And they were so much FUN, besides! A married couple, of just three months, will be returning to the Dominican Republic, living on a mountaintop with no running water or electricity. They will be working with school children. Another alumni of CVIF is going with them, but she will serve in the city. Two of our Jacksonville friends are reporting to Jewish Family Services to work with foster children. Others will be serving in Tampa, Orlando and Melbourne. Some wish to go on to graduate school after this year; others are still discerning.
The grounds of San Pedro are lovely. Our first assignment was a scavenger hunt to get to know one another. Told to find landmarks on the property, we took pictures of ourselves at the labyrinth and on the hiking path, etc. A statue of Mary was on the list, and my how she treats her friends! As I stepped away from her, I took with me a hoard of red ants biting into my feet and legs. Days later, I still have ugly, red welts all over my lower extremities.
I am just getting to know the "core members" of L'Arche and will report on life here later.
I shall begin this blog, however, with CVIF's retreat in Orlando. We were twelve men and women, mostly recently graduated college students, together for four days of workshops, team building, lectures on living in community, personality types, discernment, social justice, spiritual and personal growth, etc.
Because I am nearly a century older than all the attendees, I figured I had most of the answers. I was astounded by the collective wisdom of these twenty year olds. And they were so much FUN, besides! A married couple, of just three months, will be returning to the Dominican Republic, living on a mountaintop with no running water or electricity. They will be working with school children. Another alumni of CVIF is going with them, but she will serve in the city. Two of our Jacksonville friends are reporting to Jewish Family Services to work with foster children. Others will be serving in Tampa, Orlando and Melbourne. Some wish to go on to graduate school after this year; others are still discerning.
The grounds of San Pedro are lovely. Our first assignment was a scavenger hunt to get to know one another. Told to find landmarks on the property, we took pictures of ourselves at the labyrinth and on the hiking path, etc. A statue of Mary was on the list, and my how she treats her friends! As I stepped away from her, I took with me a hoard of red ants biting into my feet and legs. Days later, I still have ugly, red welts all over my lower extremities.
I am just getting to know the "core members" of L'Arche and will report on life here later.
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