Full Time Church

When I consider my activities over the past few days,  and the things on the horizon in the days ahead,  it occurs to me that I have been spending my time fully occupied with church matters.

* I exchanged a flurry of emails with a church friends, discussing church concerns.
* I practiced the piano for the Prayer Service for which I will play music tomorrow.
* I  looked at the Sunday School material, which Gerry will lead in the pastor's absence.
* I have worked on the sermon I will preach on Sunday in the pastor's absence.
* I sent information for the bulletin to the church secretary.
* I worked on a Pentecost program for 2016.
*  Sunday I will lead two worship services as Pulpit Supply.

I don't know exactly how this happened,  given my determination 'to be retired.'

  Being retired, I have discovered, does not equate with being un-involved in the church.   I have become increasingly so.   I serve on the Worship Committee and the Newsletter Committee.

But mostly I just do the things that I am drawn to,  which I think fit my gifts and talents.
God given gifts and talents come with expectations, I do believe, to put them to work for the kingdom.

I try to do my part.

Snow Snow Snow

Most of the time, I avoid the outside in the winter, particularly the severe cold.   I just don't have the gear for it--the proper clothing to keep me warm and dry--no waterproof pants or long johns.

Most of this winter season, the snow has been quite sparse, coming an inch or two at a time, with the only real big dump being around the Thanksgiving holiday.

Now,  we do indeed have snow!   I decided that I should have an up close and personal experience of snow this morning.  For a brief period of time,  the sun came out and shone brightly and it looked so very appealing.  I took a little walk around the yard and took a couple of pictures, just for posterity.

I did put on enough layers to make sure that my feet would stay dry.  No hat though, since I have longer hair now and any hat would give me awful "hat hair."

I am inside and it is back to snowing and blowing once again.  No more sunshine.

Here is the proof that as I walked around the yard,  the snow came up to my knees, easily.

Of course, the distance between my feet and my knees is only a few inches!!

Chief Sitting Bull and Indigenous People

The theme for next year's paper in Ladies Lit is The World of the 1880's.

I am probably going to do my paper on Chief Sitting Bull, and to that end, I have been reading a great deal about this chief in particular, and native people in general.

I was drawn to the topic because I remember reading about the Chief's surrender to Fort Buford, North Dakota,  when we visited the fort in 2013.

This past summer,  our excursions off the cruise ship all had to do with the indigenous people of both Alaska and Canada. We had guides, visited museum, longhouses, and various sites that were led by tribal natives.

Now, reading about the Lakota Native Americans makes me realize that they all essentially have the same story of losing their way of life and heritage.   I am sure that the same thing is true of all native people who were displaced by explorers, settlers, pioneers, and western-thinking people.

Regardless of what we might think about their beliefs and practices,  indigenous people were deeply spiritual.  Their entire way of living, understanding themselves and their communities, were rooted in their spiritual understandings.

As I pursue this line of discovery, it is becoming clear to me why native American people were so completely decimated.  They were decimated because they could not survive the physical diseases that  destroyed them.  They could not survive the economic changes or transition from living off the land to living in reservations.  Family structure was no longer the same.  Their source of food disappeared----buffalo on the Great Plains,  and access to food from the sea in Canada and Alaska, and the disruption of their ecosystems.

For those who do remain,  there are great efforts under way to try to preserve their heritage, and that involves their languages, stories,  genealogy,  customs and artifacts, and sacred dances.

About fifteen years ago we took a trip out west, and at the museum of Crazy Horse [and Mt. Rushmore], we experienced Lakota children re-enacting their dance.   It was very moving.

I expect that as I continue to explore this topic,  I will learn a great deal more about the lives and the demise of these majestic people.

It is interesting to me, as I ponder this subject,  that so many of our travels,  from our Western journey around 2000, visiting the Badlands,  to our cross country journey of 2013, and our cruise excursions of 2014 have led down path toward enlightenment about Native American history and culture.

Growing Hair

Growing hair is a learning experience.  Having decided to grow a chin length bob takes me into unknown territory, hair wise.  Specifically,  that is the territory of lots of unappealing layers along the way.

But I have made more progress than I really expected to.  In the past, any attempt to grow hair has resulted in a quick snip of my scissors,  and a swift return to the familiar hair-self of the past 40 years!!

I figured there is no reason not to attempt this now. If ever I am going to do something different, now is the time. I have gotten past the need to color my hair, so the gray is also a new look, and I have adjusted to that.

 I have the time to mess with it for however long it might take, or however many times during the day.  One needs the time, and also the tools, as well as the products.   There are hundreds of hair products on the shelves.  How does one know what one needs?   There are serums to remove the frizz.  There are products to bring on the shine, add body, encourage curl, fix heat damage, etc.  There are countless, endless products.

An interesting discovery along the way----if I am not going for the poofy short look, which requires a daily shampoo,  then it is much better not to wash my hair every day.  In fact, the longer I go without washing my hair  (3-4 days?? though I don't think I've gotten that far yet),  the better it looks.

While my hair feels really long to me,  I cannot actually tell what it looks like.   Wondering about that has even inspired me to take my first selfie!   (I hate pictures of me to begin with, so to take a selfie is another first!!)  Seeing my hair in the selfie makes me realize it is not as long as it feels.

At any rate,  I am doing so well at leaving it alone and letting it grow, that I might actually have some success in getting it to the particular style to which I aspire.

The last time I had really long hair was in 1975, when I was pregnant with my third child.   My goal then was to be able to wear it in a knot on the top of my head.  I did grow it long enough to do that,  but when I put it in that knot,  the hair slid right out and would not stay.  Now I understand that if I had used certain products, I could have gotten it to stay,  but I was a long hair virgin.

Growing my hair is a fun experience. Every day is different and a real adventure.

I am posting the picture even though I do not really like it at all.  It is just for a basis of comparison for six months from now.