"No service is too small when given
mindfully, with good intention and an open heart."
I DO THIS: We can get so wrapped up in our day to day lives
and forget what is really important and why we are here. As a
child, my parents taught me to be kind and considerate and to
help others whenever I could. I feel I have been truly blessed
by these teachings and by my husband's example. I am so thankful
I am able to help others through Neighborcare and each time I
do I am reminded what makes my time on earth so special.
DEAR NEIGHBORCARE FRIENDS: We are
being drafted to take care of ourselves, and to take care of each other,
and more than that—to see each other as ourselves so that our
choices are keener and more in line with who we are as human beings.
No longer can we depend on what we’ve depended on before. We are
being called to seriously consider GROWING
UP. If we don’t think so, if we do not sign up to be our
truest selves, we must not bemoan what events it will take to do that
for us. (What I write here, I will read again and again to remind myself.)
Our world is a reflection of who we are—our most beautiful, clear
and mighty spirits, but also that of us which is most fearful, most
closed, most unforgiving.
If we skim through life, we must not. If we blind ourselves, we must
not. If we contract in the face of fear, we must not. And we must not
sabotage ourselves and our activist efforts, by ignoring the simplest
routes in favor of the most complex ones. When pedestals fall, we must
not fall, except to our knees, seeing deeply then the depth of our own
guidance and the height of our loving power. Yes, we muddle and flub,
and MERCY ON US. May we lift each
other up with our broken angels’ wings. No more circles of friends,
circles of neighbors—NO CLOSED CIRCLE
AT ALL—but semicircles, beautiful as smiles, which we shape,
holding hands, and look out from to see where we can be of service.
We are called to find beauty and joy wherever we can, in the midst of
noise and brashness and disrespect of life. This is our job. It is our
response-ability as human beings of the highest order. The
bugle is blaring! We’ve got to wake up, we’ve got
to wake up, we’ve got to wake up, this morning!
"Now," a poem written three days after
the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center/Pentagon, Sept. 11th
2001 by Daphne Slocombe
God grinds us with his teeth/ because our hearts
are hard/ God grinds us with his teeth/ Because we closed our eyes/
to our own darkness/ God swallows us/ in the darkness of her belly we
lie/ with our eyes shut, tight shut/ Behind them the tears/ fall into
our hearts/ Because we have held ourselves separate/ God smashes us
into one/ Now we are one people/ as the wheat becomes one/ beneath the
millstone./ Slowly the stone mill turns/ and our hulls are cracked and
ground/ our eyes are unsealed/ our bones are ground together with our
hearts/ till from our sorrow and from our thankfulness/ we can make
bread/ to feed the children/ of our enemies.
A local non-profit has blessed us with a grant-in-kind so that from
a local business we can draw against our neighborcare account and receive
lumber and other supplies. In turn, we serve those reaching out to us
for ramps and other small projects. You
know who you are. Thank you so much.
—A call to those who would be willing to attend our address-our-newsletter
potlucks on a regular (or not-regular) basis. (Ask anyone who’s
been to one of our potlucks what a heartlifting time s/he’s experienced.)
We hold the potlucks Dec, March, June and Sept. at various homes on
the peninsula. Time: 10:15 am until approximately 2:30 pm. The first
part of our time together is our "worktime." We are focused
on addressing, all the while embraced by camaraderie! (The newsletter
goes out to nearly 900 people. We will continue to address newsletters,
by hand, for as long as we can find folks who are willing to help out.
Receiving mail with a handwritten address and beautiful stamp adorning
it is rare these days and can be a heartwarmer providing service of
its own.) Before sharing what is always a fine meal, we stand in circle
sending healing thoughts to those we know who would welcome them. Please
email me, while you’re
thinking of it, if at least once in a while you would like to make every
effort to be with us.
—Please note the change to the WHY
I DO THIS and picture format. More and more I know that those
offering their comments and photo are finding their service thank you
enough (without a thank you from me).
FROM THE VOICELESS
This story both lifts and breaks the heart.
Having read it, it is a permanent picture in my mind.
An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a penetrating
picture of GOD'S WINGS:
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park,
forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's
damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched
statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened
by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently
struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's
wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried
her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her
wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could
have flown to safety but refused to abandon her babies. When the blaze
had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had
remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under
the cover of her wings would live. "He will cover you with his
feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge." (Psalm 91:4)
"Don’t worry about what you ought to do.
Worry about loving. Don’t interrogate heaven repeatedly and uselessly
saying, ‘What course of action should I pursue?’ Concentrate
on loving, instead. And by loving you will find out what is for you.
Loving, you will listen to the Voice. Loving you will find peace. Love
is the fulfillment of the law and should be everyone’s rule of
life; in the end it’s the solution to every problem, the motive
for all good." Carlo Carretto/Letters
from the Desert
TIP I have found
a mix of (a generous amount) of white vinegar, a squirt of laundry detergent
and a cup or so of water is invaluable for removing pet stains from
carpet due to most any pet "accident." Blot, spray, scrub
lightly, and blot again.
Offering up our sorrows and loneliness and fears as compost for the
good of others transforms them—this, WHERE
OUR OWN SOLACE LIES. Think of polluted
rivers made nourishing and cow dung recycled to make electrical power.
FROM THE KITCHEN An amazing oatmeal
pudding recipe, passed to me by my lovely daughter Jenny:
One cup rolled oats to three cups water. When the oats are done cooking,
add nutmeg and cinnamon to taste, plus 2T pure maple syrup. Next, beat
in two eggs, add chopped walnuts and chopped apple and blueberries,
frozen or fresh. Bake at 350 till done. I eat this pudding hot or cold
with Pacific original low fat almond milk (once, three days in a row,
I confess, and one night for dessert). You can replace maple syrup with
three packets of oh-so-good-for-you Stevia (herbal sweetener) but, if
you’re not sugar restricted, do use the syrup!
OUR EVERPRESENT POWER
FOR GOOD "Our consciousness has definite influences upon
water. Especially when we concentrate our consciousness with the same
intention, it will have a tremendous power. It is like a laser beam
that can reach the surface of the moon. In the summer of 1999, hundreds
of people gathered along the lakeshore of the Lake Biwa, located at
the central part of Japan, and prayed for the peace and harmony of the
universe. After one month, a local newspaper reported that only
that summer, there were no complaints from local residents about
the foul odor resulting from extraordinary growth of a foreign alga,
which they had been experiencing every summer for years."
Do see What the Bleep
Do We Know? an inspiring, revelatory movie (for these times)with
many facets. One segment features Masaru Emoto/President of the LOVE
AND THANKS TO WATER PROJECT. Emoto’s intention is to purify
all the water on earth. If you go to his site
and click on the before and after photos revealing the effects of prayers
of love and thanks on water crystals, your heart will sing!
"The best thing for being sad...is to learn
something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old
and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening
to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may
see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour
trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it
then - to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is
the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never
be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting...'"
— Merlyn, in The Once and Future
King by T.H. White
FROM THE NOT-A-DOCTOR
I rarely experience bronchitis but two
months or so ago I was hit hard. Here’s what I used to help myself
heal. (Being with caring family in Vermont didn’t hurt!)
1) Coltsfoots Compound from Avena Botanicals in Rockport, Me, 3-4 times
a day. The bottle contains fresh thyme, mullein leaves and flowers,
elecampane root, coltsfoot leaves, and skunk cabbage root in tincture
2) New Chapter support for the immune system Supercritical Cold n’
Flu, one gel cap a day of powerful herbs (not usually seen in combination)
minus licorice root (which those tending toward high blood pressure/any
kind of bodily swelling might best not take).
3) Naturade Herbal Expec—again with a combination of herbs (without
licorice root) that reminded me of the Robitussin I used to give my
children in the late sixties and early seventies.
4) chicken soup (first with no rice, later with some) skimmed of fat,
and including kale as well as celery, carrots, onions and garlic
5) many glasses of water
6) the oatmeal pudding listed in the From the Kitchen section (this,
a blessed comfort food)
The Sanctuary: A Center
for Prayer and Spiritual Nurture
This is a true sanctuary. Making
Haggodesh is The Sanctuary newsletter I’ve been receiving
for years. It is as inspirational and nourishing as whole food. The
spirit of Sanctuary founder Loretta Ross-Gotta shines throughout. For
those experiencing a dark night of the soul, run—do not walk—to
the website, click on publications and then on the sample newsletter
that addresses this issue.
NEIGHBORCARE MANY HANDS MAKE LIGHT WORK POTLUCK
took place (again!) in Linda and Ted Hoskin’s home
on Wednesday, Dec 15th.
Several of us shared fine food and talk and addressed NEIGHBORCARE
We’ll continue to move the potluck to various peninsula
Not necessarily the same people will be gathering each time.
As always, dont think for a minute you have to be
a signed-up volunteer to be part of our group.
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOUD
LIKE TO JOIN IN, IN MARCH.
of wonder is a treasure safe with children and saints. To them
all things from Creation’s hand shine with a first lustre.
This is to see them as they are.”
—A Cup of Sky / Donald Culross
Blessings all around youthis winter
and in every season,
maggie davis, for NEIGHBORCARE
Neighborcare Newsletters Main
PO Box 370, Blue Hill, ME 04614-0370
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