December 29, 2013

"The best laid plans"

An article I wrote for our L'Arche Atlanta Fall 2013 newsletter:

                In our weekly planning meeting, it was decided that something free and fun would fit the bill for Saturday.  Sara suggested Sweetwater Park, just a 20-minute drive from home, with a relatively wide, flat, short trail to an old mill – a spot that she’s wanted to show the house for a long time. 
John, Terry, and I weighed in, and everyone seemed gung-ho for this adventure.  (Patrick and Tim were out of town.)  And thus, we had made plans.
                Saturday morning came, and I looked at the forecast.  Chance of rain was to increase throughout the day, so we decided to go first thing after breakfast. 
                It was already drizzly, so I grabbed my raincoat and prompted everyone else to grab theirs – “just in case.”  Everyone did so without batting an eye.
                As we approached the exit for Sweetwater Park in the pouring rain, Sara said from the driver’s seat, “You know, this may have been a good day to do something indoors, like use those free movie passes.” 
I looked over and said, “Sara.  We.  Are planners.”  Indeed, we have a house full of people who love plans.  It had not quite occurred to anyone that we might change the plans for the day. 
                We were 20 minutes from home at this point, so we decided to drive into the park and assess from there.  It was certainly not too late to make our way to the movie theater. 
                We pulled up and decided the rain was light enough to go in to the Interpretive Center.  We checked out exhibits of taxidermied animals, sustainable building practices, and history of the mill. 
                And then we checked in with each other - to continue with our adventure or head home?  John, who needs to take special care with his knees, gave a green light.  Terry was, without surprise, a “go” for “going” – especially outdoors.  Sara would hike on any day, rain or shine.  And I was ready and willing to see how far the trail and our energies would take us.  So we continued with Sara as our guide, John our pacesetter, myself the songleader, and Terry protectively rounding out the rear. 
                We made our way, noticing trees and plants, singing songs, and getting wet.  We arrived at a curve in the trail with a big body of water, paused to take in the view, and kept walking.  Soon, John said “I’m ready to turn around.”  So we promptly made a 180 and headed back.

               As our little house of 6 people continues to live the journey of daily life together, we are becoming a community.  We are learning about ourselves, one another, and how to go about all of this – together.  And we’re growing as we courageously follow these learnings.  Our adventure at Sweetwater Park revealed to me with gentle humor, both the courage and the attentiveness it takes for us to move forward on this journey.  

November 4, 2013

weasels and geese 2: geese

Another lovely sharing from Team Leaders Circle (TLC) retreat.

I went to TLC last fall and went again this fall.  Both years, we have been greeted with special poems (and candy!) on our beds.  

This year there was a lovely poem by Mary Oliver, from her book Dream Work, called "Wild Geese."  
It reads:

You do not have to do good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
     love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - 
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Like the weasel story, this poem reminds us humans that we are animal.  If only we could remember that more often.  Listen to your body.  If only we didn't have to forget and remember to listen to our bodies and to follow our "single necessity."  

"You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves."  

And again, back around to calling.  "...the world...calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things."  

We belong - we are a part of "the family of things."  

And I love the "harsh and exciting" call of the geese.  In recent years, I've learned of the Celtic representation of the Holy Spirit as Wild Goose.  


I find this a particularly lovely representation of the Holy Spirit.  A bit more concrete and less mysterious than wind or fire, but just as wild and unpredictable.  I like the honking, obnoxious nature of the goose too.  And goose poo? Gross.  But part of the way of things.  We all poop.  We are interconnected with the world.  

I had an encounter with geese last summer when I visited with my friends in Knoxville.  We went camping and floated the river - the Tennessee maybe?  I had never done this before.  We all had tubes and floated our way down a small piece of the river, careful to raise our rear ends over rocks, and bounce our feet off of rocky areas, avoiding getting stuck.  For a portion of river, I was "by myself" - apart from the rest of our group, but amid other river-goers.  And suddenly, a single line of geese flew really low and close to us overhead, in the opposite direction as we were floating.  It was breathtaking.  Later, another line of geese came swimming upstream in another single line.  

After that encounter, I found myself enraptured with geese.  I have an image of a V of geese, cut from an old calendar, in my room now.  Before, this was an image that seemed bland to me - just another nature image, with bland colors and bland content.  Now it's captivating.  Who are these geese?  

I am absolutely certain that an even closer encounter with a goose would leave me terrified and/or grossed out.  Similar to my fascination with chickens, one day having a coop of them, and my recent opportunity to "help" kill one (with the same friends from the river trip) - but terror at the thought of holding one - they have talons, beaks, wings - what about that could possibly make for safe holding? 

This is partly what gives the goose its allure and mystery for me too.  They are wild creatures.  They could do something crazy at any moment.  And they gracefully coordinate into beautiful formations when they fly.  How does the goose know to do these things?  It "let[s] the soft animal of [its] body love what it loves."

Another poem about "Wild Geese," by Wendell Berry from Collected Poems 1957-1982

Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer's end. In time's maze
over fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed's marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here.
And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
Wendell uses the word "abandon" here.  Similar to Annie's (previous post - on "weasels") mention of the weasel's "single necessity," "abandon" is what calls the goose to its post in the V or single line formation, to its squawking, flapping.  It is wild.  Just as the weasel is wild.  
I like that Wendell calls this "the ancient faith" - to follow our calling with total abandon, and to remember that "what we need is here."  "We pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye clear. What we need is here."  The ancient faith doesn't call for escape, but for quiet, to tap back into what is already here, if we can be still enough and tap deep enough.
All lovely nuggets.  I'm glad to have been invited into deep listening at Team Leaders Circle.  

weasels and geese 1: weasels

Oh dear, there's so much pondering, musing, and experiencing that's been happening the past months as I/we've been living L'Arche Atlanta!  Was just looking back at my last post - so much more musing since then around the same topic!

For now - I've been reflecting more on calling/lifestyle/life's work.  This has been stirring partly because of a L'Arche Team Leaders Circle Retreat that I went on, so I'll keep it here on this blog about my "life with folks with disabilities".  That, and because this is really my "current" blog.  Of course, none of my life is really "life without folks with disabilities" - so it all counts, I suppose.

The week started with an actual Retreat day (it's actually a week of Formation/Training, but in a retreat setting).  And we started the day hearing a story read aloud to us (love!).  Sarah Thomson read us "Living Like Weasels" by Annie Dillard, author of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.  I'm not sure if this story/essay/entry is in Tinker Creek, but it's by Annie.  

It starts out with lots of gory details about weasels killing other animals, one even trying to kill an eagle.  And I thought "what the hell? Why is she telling us these things?"  I do love a good gory animal story about animals being animals (for example: Mary Rose O'Reilly's graphic description of castrating rams on a commercial sheep farm in Barn at the End of the World).  However, I was a little put-off and puzzled at first with this sharing on our Retreat Day.  



By the end of the story, I got the picture.  Annie applies her first-hand encounter, learnings and musings about weasels - to vocation.  

She invites us to "live like weasels" - to get in touch with our animal selves, to follow our innermost necessity and desire.  

She describes weasels as "obedient to instinct" - they go for the jugular or base of the skull, because that's what they do.  They don't overthink, consider where in the larger picture of the food chain they exist.  They go for the jugular - period.  

She suggests that we could live like a weasel - we could, any one of us, choose to "go wild."  

I love this: "The thing is to stalk your calling in a certain skilled and supple way, to locate the most tender and live spot and plug into that pulse. This is yielding, not fighting. A weasel doesn't 'attack' anything; a weasel lives as he's meant to, yielding at every moment to the perfect freedom of single necessity."

To stalk your calling.  To yield.  Single necessity.  

"...to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you...Seize it and let it seize you up aloft even, till your eyes burn out and drop; let your musky flesh fall off in shreds, and let your very bones unhinge and scatter, loosened over fields, over fields and woods, lightly, thoughtless, from any height at all, from as high as eagles."

I'm wondering what it looks and feels like to "pay attention," to tap into "what is essential" for oneself (these were the key invitations for reflection for the day) - such that one is so in tune with one's "single necessity" and can yield to it.  What are the practices that do and will help me pay attention?  What would it look like for me to yield to single necessity, to respond to my calling with complete abandon?  

We explored some common practices of folks who pay good attention, and I explored some of my own.  As I attempt to tend to these practices, I hope to "live like a weasel."  I think I've had some pretty keen "weasel" moments already in life - I don't know how else I would have gotten here.  And I hope to let my "weasel" self lead me in each next phase.  

February 6, 2013

readier to open my/our arms...and feeling the counter-cultural

just a couple notes to mark recent thoughts:

-At the 6-ish month mark of our opening of L'Arche Atlanta, I have to say that, while we're still learning a lot, adjusting and finding new rhythms on a regular basis, and have a long to-do list - we've also learned, done, and adjusted a LOT in the past 6 months!  

Personally, I've learned some things about myself as a leader.  Somehow, the leadership positions I've had in the past hadn't quite compared to my current role.  I've become a pastor of a small church, indeed.  And though I'm not supposed to let on to Americorps that I'm doing anything like supervising (or at least some specific tasks related to such), I'm in a supervisory role.  As one who has historically led by following, kept her mouth shut for the greater, democratic good (though I've made good strides since being called to offer my voice to "the group" at Sojo), and in more recent "executive" roles (if co-chairing student organizations counts), sought all voices and opinions at as many turns of the road...  I have been learning to take the reins, to push, to make clear requests, to tow a hard line occasionally.  

I really should have been writing more frequently over the past year - there is so much I could spill in reflection and musings here.  

As a community, we have been learning how to be with one another.  As a provider agency, we have been learning how to dot our i's and cross our t's - and let all the appropriate people know about it.  We've been calling folks to community and responsibility.  We've been putting on our "big girl pants" (or "big boy pants," as is appropriate), as Sara puts it.  In other words, we've been facing reality as it's been presented to us, and responding as best we can to it.  

Again, I could go on and on and on.  I feel like these are only introductory paragraphs to so many juicier and interesting stories.  But I want to at least begin introducing some themes here.

And the point being, here, that I've been feeling like we're in a more "stable" place the past few weeks.  The holidays were spotty, with many of us away for big stints of time.  Before that, we were barely keep our heads above water.  And now, we've got some things under our organizational belt, we've adjusted our weekly structure so that we have more community time - and with all of that, I feel like we could have a dinner guest, or craft buddy, etc. come over - and not feel like the world will tilt on end.  Not that we haven't been having dinner or other types of guests, or that it's been the most stressful thing at any point to host people.  I've been very grateful for each person we've managed to have to the house in the past 6 months.  There's such life that comes from the people who don't live within the walls of the house.  That said - I do feel an "opening up" here recently.  Life feels a bit more "supple" (as Tim recently put it), or at least with the possibility of becoming so.  We've put a nice, cozy little pillow around community time, and we've put out a number of fires that kept much of our attention the first 6 months (with still some ablaze, but they generally stay back long enough to have dinner and pray together).  Of course, that means we're again in a time of transition - so, what does stability mean for us?  What do we focus on now?  What are our priorities at this point?  

But all in all, I'm glad to be in this phase of questions, and beyond the questions of "how do I scan this entire Policies and Procedures manual and make 5 copies of it, without any of the machinery to do so within our organization?"  

-The second big theme named in the title of this post, which I have been feeling deeply lately - is the counter-cultural nature of L'Arche.  As I mentioned, we've been calling one another to community and responsibility. And while I knew that L'Arche is counter-cultural, and that we'd be a big change from the typical provider agency scene - I somehow did not realize how "against the grain" I would find us to be, in the midst of the greater disability world at-large.  The grain is (and has been) going toward encouraging self-absorption, instead of community.  

I say this in all humility, of course - ok, yes, also with a great deal of righteous indignation.  However, I must qualify by saying that L'Arche does not always get it right - "it" being community, growth, etc.  We are human beings trying to live and be together.  It's difficult, we hurt each other, and we get fussy. 

But, I of course wouldn't be here if there weren't something deeply compelling to me about what L'Arche is and hopes to be.  

And so - I continue - by saying that the phrase "person-centered planning" has become a trigger for rage within me.  It has come to mean "self-centered," "self-absorption," "all about me".  These words point to narcissism, which is a condition where one is not aware of the reality of other people existing in the world, and one's interconnectedness with them.  

My other qualifier of humility here is that I know that person-centered planning is not an evil creation of some single person who wishes to oppress and force people into narcissism - but rather the result of many kindhearted, well-intentioned, justice-seeking folks - and a result of the current, general swing of the disability world from institutions to uber-"independent" individuals with disabilities, my generation's swing from hands-off to hands-on, from punitive to "you're the most special kid in the whole wide world, you can do anything!", a result of capitalism, a result of the boostraps mentality of the United States, etc., etc.  

As Curt has put it, there is something deeply beautiful in the midst of the examples/models raised up in the world of person-centered planning.  The idea is that dreams are cast, and the tools required to move toward those dreams are put into place to facilitate the work toward those dreams.  The idea is that one might flourish, grow, become more themselves, etc. - if only they have the right supports in place to help them do so.  

Yes, ok, fabulous.  However - so often, this is not done truly in community, in a setting where one might truly develop meaningful relationships with unpaid, non-family members.

So - I feel the counter-cultural nature of what we're doing in the midst of the greater disability world, as well as greater society and provider agency land, both of which I already knew we were countering.  

And to add another layer, I've been thinking much lately about how this dynamic not only creates a counter-cultural dynamic when we place L'Arche in the midst of our neighbors.  But it also creates a counter-cultural dynamic in terms of the transition that we ask new core members to make as they enter into L'Arche.  Assistants, yes, this is a counter-cultural move for us - but there are plenty of other young, do-gooders from privileged backgrounds who do the self-sacrificial, downwardly mobile year or few in intentional community, simple living, service-focused programs - and we've been doing it for decades.  

Core members, adults with intellectual disabilities, on the other hand - we've not been calling these folks to such a life, from such similar lives as our assistants.  In the past, we've welcomed many folks out of institutions - from neglect to belonging.  A beautiful transition, even if painful at times, and even an un-workable fit for some folks along the way.  Now, we have a generation of folks who haven't suffered from neglect, but over-attention.  They've heard "yes, you're special, fabulous, you can do anything" - and to the nth degree, because if you have a disability, life has been all about your abilities.  And yet you've needed a lot of help, and thus received a lot of attention.  And we ask these folks to enter into community, where one's needs and desires must be kept in perspective with others with whom one lives?  where there is no one center human of the house-universe?

This is the ultimate counter-intuitive move, I think.  Our internal counter-intuitiveness.  The daily life we ask our members to live.  

This is, of course, not to say that this latter counter-intuitive nature of calling folks from over-attention to belonging-in-community isn't doable, that the gap is too wide to bridge, or that L'Arche is irrelevant or doesn't make sense any more.  

However, I do think that it means we're in a new generation, or phase, of L'Arche.  And I think it calls the question of how we form anyone as new members in L'Arche.  In a way, I do think this new phase of L'Arche puts potential new core members in a more similar boat with potential new assistants.  There's a kind of downward mobility ladder that one must be taught and formed by.  We are still all vulnerable, broken, etc. - despite the attention, power, etc. that we have been given.  It's a matter of getting in touch with those things to connect amongst each other as humans.  And it's likely a matter of realizing that our very accustomedness with attention, power, etc. are part and parcel with our brokenness - likely more so than the things we've assumed to be our brokenness/vulnerability/weakness (like a lack of vision, hearing, or mobility - or our disdain for public speaking, etc.), and have perhaps used as masks for our real vulnerabilities.  

November 15, 2012

in atlanta now, oh jeez

So, I haven't posted since I was in Jacksonville.  My last post was in my moment of digging in for what felt like "the long haul" of 1-2 more months there in Jacksonville.  I was ready to get on to the "real" next step - why must I sit here and deal with daily life some place else, when I'm really just preparing for life in the next place?  As the words "stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray" soaked into me, I realized that, ah, yes - this was the whole point of being called to L'Arche - to be present with people, to watch and pray.

And of course, even as I felt the angst of having to "sit still" for a couple of months - they turned out to not be so still.  I went away for a week of Exploratory Retreat, I preached at Community Night (on dirt!), I accompanied Ann at the Harbor House Community Retreat, I helped with the hiring and admission process for L'Arche Atlanta, I went on vacation with Greatfull House to Atlanta, I started taking RSVPs for a small piece of the very big L'Arche International General Assembly, I made plans for my trip to Nashville to get commissioned as a United Methodist Deacon and chat with folks in Nashville about my L'Arche experience thus far.

Um, what happened to "stay with me, remain here with me"?  Well, I feel like I did live into that call - I found peace in that phrase to sustain me in my remaining time in Jacksonville.  And even in the midst of those Harbor House and non-Harbor House activities in my last month or 2, I think I was able to remain fairly "present" to those around me.  My time there was immensely formational.  I love the core members and the assistants there.  I've since been in touch with folks, and gotten to see a few who've come up to Atlanta for the International Assembly and other trips.  I will love L'Arche Harbor House forever, it will hold a very fond place in my heart. 

And now, I've been in Atlanta for 5 months.  It feels like it's been a very long time, but sounds like so few months.  A lot has happened - namely, we've started a L'Arche community.  I'll leave it at that for now, but I'm hoping this post will re-hook me into somewhat regular posting.  Now - onto a daily check-in with Tim, some communication and documentation work, and then on to picking up core members in the afternoon.

Peace upon peace upon peace.
Jessica

April 24, 2012

stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray

This is a bit belated, but significant enough to share.

We had a Taize prayer service at L'Arche Harbor House the Thursday evening before Holy Week.  This was the second Taize service that I've experienced at L'Arche.  This time I managed to be roped into accompanying with the ensemble on the keyboard (my feeble piano skills such as they are these days).

The last song we sang was "Stay with me."  The words are:
Stay with me
Remain here with me
Watch and pray, watch and pray

These were Jesus' words (in the gospels of Matthew and Mark) to the disciples when he went to pray in Gethsemane before he was arrested and eventually crucified.  A very Lenten song.  He asks the disciples, especially a few of them, to stay up, to watch and pray.  The story is that they fall asleep multiple times, until finally he actually gets arrested.

As we had a time of silence to meditate at the end of the service, I found the words calling to me from L'Arche Harbor House.  "Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray.  Watch and pray."

A bit of recap of the past few months:  I spent a month at L'Arche Harbor House in Jacksonville, then a month away (at L'Arche Mobile, personal retreat in St. Augustine, and Nashville for United Methodist commissioning interviews), then came back for 2 1/2 more months in Jacksonville before moving in with our founding community at L'Arche Atlanta.

As I was settling into my new room in Greatfull House and getting ready to have my first "on" day - my first day to have core member "buddies" without shadowing another assistant - I found myself mourning the end of my phase of independence, of being ultimately only responsible for myself.

I felt whiny and selfish for not wanting to take on the responsibility I was due.  But as I continued to sit with these squirmy, resistant feelings, I realized that it was not just a resistance to responsibility.  Part of it was the stress of a new set of transitions happening again, all at once - a new room, new responsibilities, an assistant who I'd become friends with leaving the community upon my return (all of this planned, but still difficult), another assistant on vacation upon my return.  This all left me feeling a bit overwhelmed, yes.

To sum it up, the deeper reality was that I was simply weary of transition, of "not-yet-ness".  I realized I'd already been in "not yet" land for 3 1/2 months, and still had 2 1/2 more to go.  And those first 3 1/2 months were "on the go" months.  While staying "on the go" carries its own weariness, I had momentum propelling me forward from place to place.  I think I had expected this last 2 1/2 month stint to be the easiest, the smoothest - 1 place, 1 purpose.  However, the reality of it was more like violently hitting a wall than peacefully slowing down to a reasonable pace.  You mean I've been going-going in order to sit in one more "not yet" place for 2 1/2 more months?  Can I not just move to Atlanta now?  I want to dive in with what I've been preparing to dive into!

Once I identified and let myself feel the resentment, frustration, grief, the stifled and overwhelmed feelings, the weariness - I found myself more willing to respond to the invitation to wait, to be where I am, to receive this time as an even more formative gift than the last few, go-go months.

And then, as I heard the words of the Taize song, it occurred to me that I wasn't being invited to wait just for the sake of waiting (though this might be fruitful).  I was being called to be present to Jesus at L'Arche Harbor House.  Because Jesus is present here, he calls me to "stay...remain here...watch and pray."  

January 31, 2012

head and heart always reeling

just to get a few almost-thoughts down...

a few things that i'm wanting to explore and brainstorm more...

-what does/would a truly interfaith l'arche? or community? look like?
-what would l'arche on a farm look like?
-what does/might truly nonviolent/compassionate/open/honest/clear communication look like?
-what various impulses "against" life in l'arche might mean:  ...to live in intentional community without persons with disabilities, ...to live by oneself, ...to live on a farm, ...to start something new in order to have more control - over policies, over the kitchen, etc.
-what would a l'arche-camphill hybrid look like?

un-pc-ness

The other evening, we enjoyed dinner out on the back deck.  Kathy (a core member) suggested we eat out there because the weather was so nice.  (January in Florida, I tell you!)  

So, we're out eating our hot dogs and mac and cheese around the patio table, having nice dinner conversation.  Dino notices that Pam (both core members) seems to want another bite of mac and cheese.  Pam requires some assistance with eating - mainly putting food onto the fork, and she'll put the fork in her mouth.  Sometimes if she really likes something, she'll eat too fast, so often an assistant helping Pam will move the plate closer in on the table to help her keep a safer pace.

At this moment, Pam still had a full bite in her mouth, but Dino noticed that she was eye-ing her plate, wanting more mac and cheese.  Dino tends to forget / not use names for the people around him - he'll refer to folks as "man," "boy," "girl," "woman," "lady" - maybe with an extra descriptor.  And his way of speaking has been described as an "old grumpy man" by some of the assistants - says what he's thinking, in a direct, matter of fact sort of way, and in a voice that is just kind of humorous sometimes even if he's not in a grumpy mood.

If you can imagine such a voice in your head, it will make the story better.  If we chat some time, I'll try to do his voice for you.  So he says, "Give some macaroni and cheese...to the handicapped girl."  

We all just looked at each other and smothered our shocked laughter for about 5 minutes.  Then someone said, "Dino, she has a name. Who is that?"  He couldn't recall her name.  So we then went around the table to see if he could recall anyone else's names - the only one he got right was Ben - so 1 out of 9 or so.  I guess that's alright for 1 night.  (As follow-up, Dino was able to recall about 4 of 8 names recently.  Improvements, hooray!)

But oh dear, we all laughed so hard - so inappropriate, and so humorous.  Of course, the layers of it are also funny.  He really does have a hard time remembering names - so he uses whatever descriptor he marks people with in his head.  In this case, he had an out-of-date/un-PC descriptor in his head for Pam - so he used it out loud as well.  

Then it's also interesting that "handicapped" / "having a disability" for him in this case meant "being in a wheelchair".  Does he thinks of the other core members in the community as having "disabilities"?  Is a seizure disorder a disability?  Does a low IQ constitute a disability?  Is a lack of a sense of time a disability?  Is a lack of patience a disability?...   

And then there's a sweet element to the moment - he was trying to stick up for someone else - "hey, it looks like she wants some more mac and cheese - give her some more!"

January 27, 2012

grant me wisdom

During my break between employments, I decided to subscribe to "Richard's Daily Meditations" - from Richard Rohr and the Center for Action and Contemplation, www.cacradicalgrace.org.  

I've found them lovely thus far, and a recent one especially resonated with me, as I was a part of a small group gathering last week that encouraged us each to think about a single word that might be meaningful for us to focus and reflect on for the year.  I had chosen "presence," as I hope to be present to all of the new experiences and people coming my way this year.  

The meditation reads (bold added by me)...

“Wisdom is bright and does not grow dim . . . and is found by those who look for her.”
Wisdom is not the gathering of more facts and information, as if that would eventually coalesce into truth. Wisdom is precisely a different way of seeing and knowing the “ten thousand things” in a new way. I suggest that wisdom is precisely the freedom to be truly present to what is right in front of you. Presence is wisdom! People who are fully present know how to see fully, rightly, and truthfully.
Presence is the one thing necessary for wisdom, and in many ways, it is the hardest thing of all. Just try to keep 1) your heart space open, 2) your mind without division or resistance, and 3) your body not somewhere else—and all at the same time! Most religions just decided it was easier to believe doctrines and obey often-arbitrary laws than the truly converting work of being present. Those who can be present will know what they need to know, and in a wisdom way.
Starter Prayer:
Grant me wisdom.

where and with who i'm sharing life

I figure it would be helpful to share a few details about where and with who I'm sharing life these days - set the characters and stage of my current stories.

L'Arche Harbor House has 5 houses - Greatfull House (with 6 core members), Nouwen House (5 core members), Peace House (4), Sunflower House (3), and Prayer (2) - plus live-in and live-out assistants each.

Core members are persons with intellectual disabilities who live in L'Arche communities.  Assistants are persons without intellectual disabilities who share life with core members and assist with daily life activities.  They can be live-in or live-out.  At Harbor House here in Jacksonville, most assistants are live-in, but there are also live-out assistants in most of the houses as well.

There are core members who are founding members of the community - so they have been here 26 years.  And some who have been here almost that long.  Some have been here a few years, or have just arrived within the past year.

There are assistants who have lived in L'Arche for many years, including many of those years here in Jacksonville.  Others spend a year or 2 - as an Americorps volunteer, or simply stay for a shorter term.  These are often young adults just out of college or thereabouts.  There is also usually at least 1 summer-long intern/assistant.

The community also relies heavily on various volunteers to help with daily life in the houses, administrative staff who help keep all of the organization's ducks in a row, and a board to help make decisions about long-term strategic plans and the like.

Currently, I am sharing life in Greatfull House, and sleeping in Nouwen House (until a room opens up in mid-March in Greatfull).  In Greatfull, the core members include 5 women and 1 man (maybe I'll hold off on names for now?).  Assistants are currently Ben, Sarah, Leah, JP, Mariusz, and Dina (live-out House Coordinator).

Greatfull is the largest house in the community and sits at the front of the property.  Because of its position on the street, it's the house that folks unfamiliar with the community will usually come to first looking for someone or something.  Because it has the largest common space, it is considered the "house of hospitality," and is where various meetings like weekly Assistant Formation occur.

For these first few weeks, I'm mainly observing routines and developing relationships with core members and assistants.  This has been a joy thus far - it's nice to have the freedom to take it all in and just "be" with people, and not be thrown into a sea of responsibility where one must immediately sink or swim.

It is also a challenge - there is a lot of information and nuances of story, relationship, and structures to take in.  It's also a challenge to not have the "control" and comfort that comes with responsibility.  I'm not really cooking, cleaning, or shopping for the house, and don't even live full-time in any one place really.  So while I've been invited to make myself at home, reach for anything in the fridge or cabinets, supplies in closets, etc. - I still don't really know what's in the house, where it would be located, what's really up for grabs, what someone would get upset about if I moved, etc.

But these are lessons in holding onto material things and situations with loose hands, in going with the flow, and in letting those lessons feed into true presence with who and what is in front of us.

My head and heart have truly been spinning the past couple weeks! with vocational reflections, things that will be important to keep in mind and structures to put in place as we start a new community...as well as lots of little stories to tell - funny things, sweet moments, etc.  So many really good hugs, thumbs up, smiles, hand-holding, words of welcome and glad greetings upon each new encounter.

While I'm at it, I would ask for any prayers, good thoughts and energy for good health to be sent our way at Harbor House - especially Greatfull House.  Some kind of stomach virus has been making its way through the community, and especially our house.  I already had my bout of stomach bug in early December in Nashville, so I hope not to get it again.  It's hit 3 core members and 3 assistants in our house alone - plus another assistant who has a head cold.  It's always tough to see folks you care about feeling crummy, and we keep hoping that it won't continue to spread - but there's not much stopping a bug like this.  But anyway - prayers for health, strength, patience, and good rest are appreciated.

January 24, 2012

presence and bewilderment

I've been in Jacksonville with L'Arche Harbor House a little over a week now, and I still haven't posted (in this reflection/discernment blog that I haven't really told people about).  It's been part busy-ness, part my methodical and distracted nature that makes me first wonder how I should re-name this forum for reflection, every time I open my computer - instead of actually saying something of substance.

So, since I've decided on a name, maybe I should start there:  why "Presence and Bewilderment"?

Presence:  I recently attended a small group gathering here in Jax (I'm going to use this abbreviation, whether or not it's cool or kosher), where they had each chosen a word they might focus on for the year.  I chose the word "presence," because this new year has already been full - and will continue to be full to the brim - with new experiences and people.  And I hope to be as present as possible to whatever and whoever is in front of me, as I walk through this year which promises to be full of adventure.

Which brings me to Bewilderment:  I have used the phrase "bewildered by the everyday" in describing myself - or it's perhaps something I strive toward.  I enjoy being surprised by people and situations.  And I find that when I'm truly present to what's around me, I'm more open to being impacted, bewildered, enchanted by the people and things around me.  Every day becomes an adventure.  And everyday tasks like washing the dishes, sitting with another person, sitting in traffic (God help me) become contemplative, if allowed to be so. 

So - as I approach the new experiences that await me, I hope to practice being present to and bewildered by them.

December 19, 2011

what i'm doing

I'm hoping to use this blog as a forum for some personal reflection on my current and fastly approaching experiences, as well as some personal and communal discernment and dreaming about what life with persons with intellectual disabilities in Nashville could look like. 

So, I figured it would be helpful if I explain where I am currently in all of this.  Maybe some of you will already have read something like this in an email I send to the many folks I have found to be interested in my vision, but I imagine it will be good to have it here as well.

Current state of affairs:  I am jobless and homeless - joyfully and a little scarily so. 

I think I have a post from my personal blog which I'll post here explaining how the heck the notion to "start something like a L'Arche community in Nashville" took hold of me.  But suffice it to say, the idea grabbed hold of me my last year of Divinity school at Vanderbilt, and it wouldn't let go.  Initially (in September 2009), I was so convicted that the need was so great and urgent, that I was certain we needed to have everything in place by my graduation date in May 2010.  I still feel convinced of the hugeness and urgency of the need, and even more convinced of the moral, spiritual and financial support for a community here in Nashville.

However, I soon realized that:
a) completing my coursework and internship were going to require their usual "more hours than are in a day" for the remainder of the school year, leaving me enough hours only for exploration of this new idea, not concrete formation of a new not-for-profit. 
and b) it takes a long time to do something like start a faith-based residential community for persons with and without intellectual disabilities.

So, the journey from Sept. 2009 to December 2011 has looked like:
-completing my M.Div. program
-talking with lots and lots of folks who have some degree of interest and desire for a community such as what I have envisioned, including some folks from L'Arche USA, and even visiting some potential properties
-working as a Live-in Companion with 2 men with intellectual disabilities (Dean and Ronez) through a primarily state-funded, secular, not-for-profit agency in Nashville, called Progress, Inc.

In the course of my year and a half as a Companion, I experienced many trials and joys, as I transitioned out of living in community, took on primary responsibility for the day-to-day activities and welfare of 2 adults with intellectual disabilities, and sought to understand and converse with administrators of a secular not-for-profit that has spent 40 years maneuvering the state bureaucracy regarding persons with intellectual/developmental disabilities and developing a bureaucracy of its own. 

Suffice it to say, my learning curves were probably the largest and most practically oriented as I'd ever experienced.  And while these learnings were all (the good, the bad, and the ugly) of utmost value, they all made me yearn for L'Arche more deeply.  When I began, I wasn't sure how long I'd stay - maybe a couple-few years?  I quickly discerned that was absolutely not an option.  I need community, some shared faith practices, communal decision-making, shared language about who we are and why we conduct ourselves in certain ways. 

And my wandering path soon led me and my guys to a contra dance with Friends of L'Arche Atlanta.  That weekend led to an invitation and many conversations about the possibility of me joining them as a founding assistant when they would be ready to move into their house.  After a bit of discernment, I said YES!...I think that would be a good idea...and if I say yes, does that mean that you say yes?

They said, everyone's enthusiastic and thinks it would be a good idea.  But we need to make sure this is really a communal decision and that we do all the proper formal things along the way.  So we've kept stepping forward - tentatively, but with progressive certainty. 

I finally felt certain enough that I put in my notice of resignation at Progress, began the transition process with them and the guys, and moved out.  Beginning Dec. 1, I became homeless and jobless in foul swoop. 

I'm not going to lie - I freaked out a little bit a few days beforehand - what? share my things again? fit all my belongings into my car? leave the guys in someone else's hands? go without a paycheck and good insurance for awhile? hand off my plants? hand off my food processor?

But I gathered my composure, and with the help of many friends who offered good homes to many of my things, words of support, encouragement and affirmation, quality time, and places to stay in my interims (between moving out and going home for the holidays, and wrapping things up in Nashville before moving to Florida), and with assurance of a peaceful transition between me and the guys' new Companion - I got through it!

And now...I'm home in Texas, relaxed and cozy for awhile.  Then I will be back in Nashville for a week to finish goodbyes and some remaining errands.  Then I will drive to Jacksonville, FL.  So yeah - Jacksonville is not Atlanta.  Confused?  Well, the thing is - L'Arche Atlanta's move-in date is June/July 2012, and I needed to go home for Christmas (it's important.  I didn't get to do this last year - my job doesn't offer enough time off for such things.) - so I needed to quit my job before Christmas.  And - we thought it would be a good idea for me to be "trained" / "share life" / "observe" awhile in an established L'Arche community awhile before I arrive in Atlanta.

So...I will live and work in Jacksonville, FL at L'Arche Harbor House for January-May 2012. 

And then will join L'Arche Atlanta in Decatur, GA in June 2012. 

Other cool things in the works over the coming months:
-1 week of retreat/vacation in February
-2 weeks of training with L'Arche Mobile in Alabama
-1 week of commissioning interviews and receiving results in Beersheba Springs and Nashville, TN - with the Tennessee Conference Board of Ordained Ministry of the United Methodist Church
-L'Arche International Gathering in Atlanta in June!
-Hopeful UM commissioning ceremony during Annual Conference in June!

June 6, 2011

falling in love with l'arche

I think it might be fitting that a first post to this blog would be some words from other people who currently live in L'arche communities.

I was just at the US Central Regional Gathering in Memphis, where L'arche community members came together from Chicago; Clinton, Iowa; Jacksonville, FL; Mobile, AL; Overland Park, Kansas; St. Louis; and Atlanta.  The theme for the event was "Falling in Love with L'arche."  (From Elvis's "Can't help falling in love," since we were in Memphis.)  There was a time for folks to share with the group why they fell in love with L'arche / what they love about L'arche.

It was truly moving, and I took a few notes from what people shared:

true humanness and vulnerability, no masking of feelings
faith
new family members, a house full of sisters
*it's difficult and easy, happy and sad - to love, to live L'arche everyday, through tough and joyful times
the people, particular core members
belonging
acceptance
welcome
patience of core members
support - in death, in sickness, on bad days
love
cooperation
freedom, having my own room
God, the one above
community, daily pleasure to live in community
Jean Vanier's spirit
challenge to step out of comfort zone
it's all over the world