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September 24, 2002

“From the Indiana Dunes on the southern shore of Lake Michigan last week, to this side of Lake Michigan today, we interns meet again in Hyde Park. It is fitting to reunite so soon after sharing our life stories at an intense opening retreat. The calmness of the Lake and beauty of the Dunes in Michigan City, IN, helped the in-depth process move smoothly. We are learning by doing spiritual direction with one another, and we will do so each Tuesday.  Lunch time finds some of us meditating by the lake or soaking up the shimmering sun glistening on the water …

“I spend my first evening with the women tenants at Brand New Beginnings (BNB) in a support-group setting. I tune in to their past struggles (most revolving around drugs) and take notice as they share their positive energy in turning their lives around, not only for themselves but for their children as well. Their faith in God is their salvation and deliverance, and they want to give their children the love and attention that they themselves lacked.  I offer my service of one-on-one spiritual companionship with the intent of getting to know them better.  They accept me  as they do Della (the director) and Sally (the social worker) without hesitation … “

Prayer Walk for Change

The tenants of BNB help organize a phenomenal walk around their neighborhood. We invite surrounding churches to join us, and we hand out the following invitation.

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Prayer Walk for Change   

Washington Park Neighborhood, 45th  to 60th Street

Join us on April 18, 2003, Good Friday, Noon until 3 p.m.

WALK IN SILENT PRAYER BETWEEN PRAYER STATIONS

We walk around our neighborhood in faith and silent prayer for…

  • our children, threatened by gangs or are members of gangs…
  • our brothers and sisters who are bound by drugs, dealings, addictions, and violence…
  • our family members who are victims and  perpetrators of domestic violence…
  • our children who are subject to abuse…
  • the lack of affordable housing.

We pray for elimination of these problems and for a safe and peaceful environment in which to live.

We are the Tenant Council at Brand New Beginnings who built a solid foundation for a positive future and are taking necessary steps to achieve our goals.

We are willing to redirect our energy and intellect to create safe and positive homes for our children, and to be good neighbors in the restoration of peace and harmony in our neighborhood.

Our vision and our true foundation is God.

We invite you to join us in our first of seven prayer-vigil-walks around the neighborhood, patterned after the fall of the walls of Jericho as God so instructed Joshua (Joshua 6:1-5).

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Each walk is unique in that different people show up. The neighborhood has over fifty churches. Some ministers choose to follow while others choose to lead, until Della makes it clear that BNB is in charge. Children like to walk the walk; the Franciscan Sisters with whom I live join us, plus a van full of Clinton, Iowa Franciscans show up. The oldest Sister insists on walking the walk and refuses the police officer’s offer to ride in her cruiser. However, near the end of the walk, we hear a siren and see lights flashing as the officer pulls up with the Sister waiving out the front window!

Social Analysis

At the end of my first year pre-novitiate educational goals, I am asked to put together a social analysis of Brand New Beginnings. It allows me the opportunity to take a step back and look at the overall picture in order to receive the insights of the Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE) group. I admit that the surrounding neighborhood, as it is, makes me realize the need for a Prayer Walk for Change that was born out of both my social analysis project and Della’s vision for BNB. Such a cooperative venture offers BNB tenants, the neighborhood families, and the surrounding churches support one another and work together.

Key Growth Areas

A primary key growth area for me throughout my ministry site experience is recognizing when and how to be flexible.  I learn repeatedly that relaxing into the flow of what is happening lends to greater awareness of the situation than trying to “figure out” what is going on and trying to “fix” things according to my norms. It is yet another image, that of giving birth:  in knowing when to push and when to breathe during the birthing process; in allowing the body to adapt to the baby’s movements; to be “out of control” and into the rhythm of nature.

Big City travels …

Hyde Park pic

Compliments of the free encyclopedia … Wikipedia

August 22, 2002

“Today Paula and I do a dry run, via the Chicago Transit Authority, to Hyde Park, situated on the shore of Lake Michigan and located seven miles south of the Chicago Loop. The trek requires two buses — the first one stops on our street corner, and the second at Midway Airport. From door-to-door, the trip takes one hour and forty-five minutes.

On our return trip we manage to catch an express bus back to Midway, hoping it will be quicker. The lady driver reminds everyone who boards that it is an express bus, which means it doesn’t stop at every side street. She also blows her horn frequently, reminding me of New York City. Paula and I are eventually the only passengers, and the driver shares her frustrations and struggles with us.

‘People just don’t listen when I remind them that stops are more infrequent… and I feel bad when they get mad at me.’

As we listen and converse with her, she reveals several of her difficulties. Her mood becomes much brighter. She says we are the best thing that happened to her today; we return that she is good for us, too, because this is our first ride on public transportation since we moved here a month ago. Her response, ‘You mean you aren’t from Chicago? NO WONDER YOU ARE SO NICE!’

We chalk that experience up to bus ministry. Our street ministry consists of meeting the neighbors on our daily walks. Needless to say, this close-knit Polish neighborhood knows much about us and asks questions, like, ‘Who has the small bedroom?’ Paula immediately responds, ‘That would be me!’ Most of the neighbors lived here forty-plus years and knew the lady who lived in our house until she died. One even asks how we like the Jacuzzi (another story coming down the road)!”

Let me step back in time to share some of my history.

My roots sprouted in the International land of Northern Ohio and thrived over the next sixteen years. Each set of my grandparents originated from European countries. Great Lake Erie was my playground, as was the Metropolitan Park system in that it preserved the land’s natural beauty. Euclid Beach Amusement Park provided fun for all ages, from amazing rides to homemade taffy, candy kisses, and their famous popcorn balls.

Accessing downtown Cleveland was an adventure: we traveled by bus or by the Rapid Transit that dipped underground in spots and ended underneath the Terminal Tower, a 52-story “skyscraper” built in 1930. Shopping experiences encountered huge buildings with revolving doors, elevators, escalators, and crowds of fast-walking people. As a child, I found the blustery winters difficult to maneuver. Mother taught me how to angle our backs against the wind and snow as we turned each corner,  then lay into the fury an inch at a time, and walk backward until we reached the next store.

More than fifty years later, Chicago becomes home. Its well-known nickname, “Windy City,” does not speak of the wind off Lake Michigan. In fact, it was coined in reference to Chicago’s braggart politicians who were deemed to be “full of hot air.” Since I was raised in a big city, my enthusiasm is high, and I feel secure knowing how to battle the forces. The truth be told, Chicago is the third-largest city in the United States while Cleveland ranks forty-fifth.

Regardless of the largeness of Chicago, I navigate the city without a problem, love riding the “El” above ground, and treasure my two-year stay. Navigating my old Toyota Corolla around town is a cinch; however, parking is not and the car incurred several indentations.

And, at no time do I ride another bus.

Gypsy_Journey_Cover_for_KindleNumerous thanks to all who delved into Gypsy Journey, and to those who shared their thoughts with me. It is hoped that you enjoyed re-reading the excerpts and their related pictures on this Blog. Now it’s time to move on and delve more deeply into the life stories.

The most noteworthy and overwhelming part of my life journey was my husband’s illness and death. Consequently, I was inspired to navigate my life into one more deeply spiritual. Several years down the road, after having bonded with the Franciscan Sisters, I made the move to Chicago. It was a decision my adult children supported, knowing it wasn’t a wild dream that Mom just dug up, more like an itch that wouldn’t go away.

The first chapters of Gypsy Journey speak of that move to Chicago where I spent two years contemplating whether or not to join the Franciscan Sisters. Mature women, such as mothers and grandmothers, divorced or widowed, who enter religious life as a second vocation, are referred to as Sister Moms. Those who enter a community to discern religious life are called Novices; that would be me and another woman named Paula.

After my Lexington house sold, I willingly gave the money to my children and donated my furniture to the Franciscan Sisters for the new house in Chicago. Relief settled in my soul. I didn’t want to own things. There’s freedom in that.

This sequel adventure is entitled Windy Cities and begins promptly.

Please reply via the blog should you have any comments, questions, or just want to chat.

P.S. If you haven’t read Gypsy Journey, copies are available at amazon.com.

Peace and all good!

Pat

 

 

 

 

Orangeville, Ontario Canada, May 2013

DSCN2037_bA tradition Master Moy incorporated into the Taoist Tai Chi Society is celebrating certain occasions with a Chinese Banquet. Tonight we board school buses and travel to Toronto to celebrate Mother’s Day at Dim Sum King Seafood Restaurant in the heart of Chinatown, Master Moy’s favorite place. This is one of three Chinese banquets the International Society hosts each year; the others are on Thanksgiving and the Chinese New Year. …

fresh_catch_bThe Toronto banquet consists of a twelve-course meal lasting five hours. We are entertained by musicians and singers, introductions of dignitaries who say a few (or more) words, and table talk. Several people at my table are French-speaking. My rusty French is tested; we nod and smile a lot. … There are approximately three hundred people in attendance; service is unhurried, hence the length of time. it is a wonderful introduction to the Chinese culture, as well as a testimony to the merits that the Taoist Tai Chi Society has bestowed upon Toronto, thanks to Master Moy. (p247-248)

In his youth, when he was suffering from poor health, Master Moy made a vow to Kuan Yin (Guanyin), the bodhisattva (Deity) of compassion, that if his health improved, he would devote his life to helping others. Master Moy Lin Shin made good on his vow. (p249)

Orangeville, Ontario Canada, May 2013

IMG_10_0068A year or more after practicing Taoist Tai Chi in Louisville, I heard a few members speak of their visit to the International Center in Orangeville. They had participated in a program called Health Recovery. The program is open to all and is specialized for people responding to aging, chronic illness or the consequences of injury. The movements are adapted, as needed, for people with reduced mobility. I was interested in learning ways that would help rather than hurt my injured back. Others showed interest in the program, too, and four of us Kentucky members headed north to Canada.

Gordon_Andrew_bDuring that first visit, I witnessed many unique lifestyles. All week long I watched people who were confined to wheelchairs, walkers or canes, sitting as they practiced Tai Chi. They never complained; to the contrary, they talked about how their conditions had improved since coming to the center. I enjoyed being with them because of their uplifting attitudes, and they modeled patience and the gift of gratitude. The main lesson for me was learning how to live with pain. I will never be pain-free again. However, finding gratitude for everything, including the pain, allows an openness to and a befriending of all that is. Complaining only enhances pain.

Today I am back to assist in the Health Recovery Program, accompanied by several other volunteer assistants from Canada and the United States. The instructors … meet with us each morning to discuss our tasks. We are each assigned at least one person with whom to companion  … (p243-244)

Our instructors are dedicated to helping people learn the health benefits of Tai Chi. They explain that their intention is to have the caregivers participate in Tai Chi too. They need it more than their challenged partners do because they are responsible for lifting and tending to them. By the end of the week, I see their goal accomplished in (several) ways. … (p244-245)

… a young woman here with her husband, is wheelchair-bound. She regularly attends Health Recovery programs and sits immobile in a stationary chair in the back of the room to do Tai Chi. She works hard. … . At our last class, (she) asks all of us if she can do Tai Chi amid the group in her wheelchair because she really wants to be an active participant. She places herself in the middle, her husband practicing beside her. She manipulates her wheelchair to keep up with everyone. 

pat,cristy,carla_pat cropWitnessing the progression of these participants gives me the resolve to keep practicing, too. (p245-246)

The final day of Health Recovery arrives … My body is limply relaxed yet energized. When a marathon Tai Chi session ends, my body bends like a weeping willow tree, and my legs collapse into a baby squat. It is the goal of Tai Chi–to return to our infant flexibility. It is the most limber I can get … (p248)

Orangeville, Ontario Canada, May 2013

logo-1The neurosurgeon told me the disease would eventually require surgery. It’s called lumbar spinal stenosis, a narrowing of the spinal canal that causes leg weakness. I asked him if there is a form of exercise I can do to keep it at bay. He said no and to call him when the pain gets intolerable. Well, I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for that to happen. I made up my mind to keep moving and to learn Tai Chi. (p235) …

Since that conversation with the neurosurgeon, I’ve become more aware of how important it is to think positive and act courageous. My motivation to do so arose out of my annoyance at the surgeon’s response, which was to operate without giving credence to any therapeutic alternatives. When I first got the diagnosis, fear surrounded me. I began envisioning myself crippled, bent over, in a wheelchair, or in constant pain and confined dscn2030_bto bed. My thoughts just wanted to go there, but my heart knew better. Hope is eternal and healing, worry is debilitating. Some people live their entire lives dreading the worst and die in the process of emotional turmoil. The key is to overcome anxiety and make proactive choices. I made the choice to keep moving. (p235-236) …

My diversified life continues to whisk me back to Canada. This time I’m heading to Orangeville, Ontario, to volunteer at the International Center of the Taoist Tai Chi Society … It was established in 1984 in a rural location near Orangeville. It quickly became a gathering place for practitioners from around the world to study and train in the arts founded by Master Moy Lin Shin. My work will include setting up the Health Recovery Program, assisting in the program and then cleaning up afterward in a span of two weeks. (p236) …

DSCN3193_cropWhile driving down the lane, I recognize familiar buildings, the most impressive of which is the nearly five-thousand-square-foot Great Hall of the Three Religions. In this pagoda-like, pink-trimmed temple, guests and members can observe the unified teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. Every morning at 7:30, people gather to chant. Having previously observed it, I find the fast Chinese chant directly in contrast with the slow, melodic music of the Gregorian chant. Yet, each fulfills ancient traditions. (p240) …

The huge Practice Hall is a big part of this area. It houses the giant paper dragon that “performs” at various events like the annual Awareness Day for Taoist Tai Chi in downtown Toronto. Its length takes up the entire circumference of the building. I once watched about thirty people gently put it to bed. Most of its body is hung from above, dscn2097_bwhile the large, bulky head rests closer to the floor. The process of tucking each section into its proper place is tedious. Several times they had to stop, back up and start all over. The hall is also decorated with ornate Chinese lanterns and strings of colorful triangular banners. The atmosphere of the practice hall is intended to enhance our Tai Chi. (p240-241) …

After dinner we are invited to join Tony’s class. More than 150 people file into the hall and start practicing before Tony arrives. My body likes doing Tai Chi. This is my way of keeping the spinal stenosis in check. (p242)