"No service is too small when given mindfully, with good intention and an open heart."
DEAR NEIGHBORCARE VOLUNTEERS AND FRIENDS:
Our (dear) Neighborcare Friend, Theresa Hancock Atwood, died peacefully at 4:30 a.m., April 8th. Theresa was buried in a cemetery overlooking the river in her beloved Bucksport, where she had lived contentedly for many years. Her burial service was personal but not sticky sweet, which she would have abhorred-this, despite the singing by a few of us of one of her favorite songs Qu³ Serą . . .and the reading of a cherished Wordsworth poem, To a Daffodil, which Theresa could recite by memory well into her 103rd year.Thank you so much, all of you who helped sustain her.
Once again, I encourage you to involve your guests in your caregiving. Perhaps they will be inspired to take the NEIGHBORCARE model home with them, planting it like a seed in their own community to add to good already blooming there. May I send the NEIGHBORCARE newsletter to someone you know in another area of Maine, or in another state, using your name? (I would give that person opportunity to be removed from our mailing list-and never is our list sold, rented or given to any other.) Simply email me or mail me names and addresses.
it is hoping itself, not only seeing the results of our hoping, that
provides a glorious good.
FROM THE KITCHEN Brown strips of seitan (or chicken or tofu) in olive oil. Remove from skillet. Saut³ minced garlic cloves, chopped celery and onions, grated ginger, sliced shitaki mushrooms, cubed eggplant. Add in sunflower seeds and calamata olives. Sprinkle in caram masala, black pepper, dill and stir, adding water and simmering to make an instant vegetable broth. Dissolve kudzu in cold water. Add this to the mixture and stir over low heat till mixture thickens (gorgeously!ooh, that kudzu). Spoon over brown rice pasta. Before serving this tasty dish, and while it is still hot, top with crumbly (not sticky) sheeps milk feta.
A SMALL AND SIMPLE THING Years ago, on several windowsillsand a tablein our cabin house, I stacked flat stones I had gathered for this purpose. Since that time, mice have knocked the stones over, and my Ozzie-dog's tail wagging, and my curious grandson's small fingers, and screen doors slamming. Hearing them fall, I measure the tone and movement of my days by how soon, and how peacefully, and how tall, I stack them all again.
"If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, and ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for." Thomas Merton
FROM THE NOT-A-DOCTOR Well, again this spring, I was a favorite picnic site for blackflies-mosquitoes now taking their turn. Praises be to pure lavender oil. A few drops diluted in an ounce of carrier oilorganic almond is lovelyremoves the itching for a very good while.
DOGCARE TIP: If, heaven forbid, your dog gets skunked, try Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap. (Rave reviews) And, remember not to leave your dog (cat, child) in a hot car. Tragically, many have died. (Windows left slightly open hardly help.) In all things-daily gifts of clean and plentiful water, nourishing food, respect and affection-we are the source of good for the animals in our care.
LIVING QUESTIONS "Does my behavior in respect of love effect nothing? That is because there is not enough love in me. Am I powerless against the untruthfulness in the lives which have their being all around me? The reason is that I myself am not truthful enough. Have I to watch dislike and illwill carrying on their sad game? That means that I myself have not yet completely laid aside small-mindedness and envy. Is my love of peace misunderstood and scorned? That means that I am not yet sufficiently peace-loving." Albert Schweitzer
Once in a while, we receive NEIGHBORCARE
requests from people who have friends or members of their church groups
happy to help them. The callers explain that their friends (and/or church
group members) have already helped and it seems too much to trouble
them more. Or sometimes these callers have never asked anything of their
friends. Pondering this, I recall feelings of scarcity I felt when I
was a teenager, not choosing to wear a dress I loved for fear I would
have no best dress when the occasion arose that would demand it. Listening
to the NEIGHBORCARE requests, I wonder how often
fear plays a part here, too. I wonder whether or not people are afraid
they will drive their friends/neighbors away and they will have no one
in reserve. I ask myself: "What is a friend? How can we serve one anotherfind
one anotherin truer ways? How can we create a world where all
feel secure they will never be left behind, even though their need may
SONG OF THE SPIRIT There is a tribe in East Africa in which . . . the birth date of a child is not counted from the day of its physical birth nor even the day of its conception, as in other village cultures. For this tribe the birth date comes the first time the child is a thought in its mother's mind. Aware of her intention to conceive a child with a particular father, the mother then goes off to sit alone under a tree. There she sits and listens until she can hear the song of the child that she hopes to conceive. Once she has heard it, she returns to her village and teaches it to the father so that they can sing it together as they make love, inviting the child to join them. After the child is conceived, she sings it to the baby in her womb. Then she teaches it to the old women and midwives of her village, so that throughout the labor and at the miraculous moment of birth itself, the child is greeted with its song. After the birth, all the villagers learn the song of their new member and sing it to the child when it falls or hurts itself. It is sung in times of triumph, or in rituals and initiations. This song becomes a part of the marriage ceremony when the child is grown, and at the end of life, his or her loved ones will gather around the deathbed and sing this song for the last time. Jack Kornfield
TIPS Try a light, diluted spray of Murphy's
Oil Soap and water, for white flies, aphids, etc. And when you fertilize
container plants: water first, this so residues from previous
feedings remaining in a dry root ball won't prevent nutrients from being
absorbed"watering first" washes away these residues. Another good
reason to do it is this: the salts already present in the soil in combination
with those you're adding in the nutrient solution could burn some sensitive
Blessings all around you—this summer and in every season,
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