Amelia Island Garden Show

Coming to Central Park, March 6 and 7, 2010!

Come celebrate Nature in full bloom.

The inaugural Amelia Island Garden Show produced by the Fernandina Farmers Market will roll out nature’s brightest colors for two days on March 6 & 7, 2010 at Central Park in Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island, Florida.

With growers and nurseries from around the state, the Amelia Island Garden Show will feature more than 50 vendors with a full assortment of flowers, plants, trees and palms, orchids, bonsai, water pond accessories, native plants, butterfly-friendly plants, shrubs, and garden accessories.

On-site experts will offer advice as to “greening” your home, yard and garden. “Ask the Expert booth” will offer short presentations and demonstrations from sustainable gardening to Orchids 101.

Featured attractions include: The Butterfly Encounter and The Raptor Experience.

The farmers and producers of the Fernandina Farmers Market will also be part of the Show with their just harvested produce, organic products, gourmet baked goods and variety of prepared foods.

Check out the website for more details:
www.ameliagarden.com

Life Plan

From the website “Journey to the Cross”
Friday, March 5, 2010
http://www.d365.org/journeytothecross/

Dear God, at your earliest convenience, could you please send me a detailed list of your plans for my life and for the world? That would really help me out and I promise I won’t tell anyone. Thanks!

Oh, if only life were so easy and God were so clear! Sure, God is pretty evident when you see a beautiful sunset or a child born or when a stranger offers words of encouragement. But that day-to-day life thing – not so much.

A hallmark of our faith is that at the end of the day, we are claimed by God to be part of God’s unfolding of life and creation. We are not always going to know how we fit into that unfolding, but we believe that we are somehow part of its realization. While this could be daunting and overwhelming, it is also a chance for us to embrace the art and dance of faith. We struggle with God’s word to us through scripture to guide our lives. We navigate the nuances of communal discernment. We come to God in prayer, lifting our voices to God, seeking to know God’s will. What an amazing gift of faith we have, knowing God so deeply that we trust God without even knowing where God may be leading us!

Bruce Reyes-Chow

Amazing God, open my heart and mind to your presence during this season of Lent. Allow me the wisdom to trust in the unfolding of your hopes in my life and in the world. Amen.

But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord, because you know that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.
1 Corinthians 15:57-58

Today

Lent for me is a time when I make a conscious effort to get closer to God, through prayer, meditation, attending church services, reading, writing, and listening. I typically do not watch TV very much, and I usually find plenty of miscellaneous “busy” stuff to fill the time I would otherwise be stuck in front of that little box. But during the 40 days of Lent, I try to simplify even more, to give myself plenty of quiet time, when I do nothing except the basic things I listed above. Not only is this experience calming and relaxing, but I really do find that I can establish a peaceful and tranquil environment and let my mind be completely open to whatever thoughts and dialogue come to me. There are so many resources that I come in contact with to stimulate my thoughts and help to make my meditation time more meaningful. It might be something I read, something I see, something I hear, or a conversation with another person. I start to really think about it, and before long, I am understanding on a deeper level, listening for whatever God is trying to tell me through the particular resource. This year, a resource I have found particularly valuable is the Daily Lenten Devotional by members of the St. George Church Family. I am so thankful to all the contributors, for their thoughts and explanations, insights and the lessons learned. Reading a page each day gets me in the right frame of mind to start my quiet time where my own thoughts can flow freely. As suggested in the Devotional, I have also started a Lenten Journal which is helping me capture my thoughts, feelings and experiences during this contemplative time of year. One habit I have started this Lent is to start each day with some personal affirmations, to get the day started off the way I want to, and to remind myself of the actions and behaviors I choose to embrace and those that I choose to release. It is really working for me and I wanted to share the practice to help anyone else who would like to try it. Here are my affirmations – feel free to use these, or add your own personal ones that have the most meaning to you.

TODAY, WITH GOD’S HELP:

• I CHOOSE TO BE AT PEACE WITH MYSELF;
• I CHOOSE TO ACCEPT MYSELF AS I AM, AND OTHERS AS THEY ARE;
• I CHOOSE TO BE HAPPY AND JOYFUL;
• I CHOOSE TO EMBRACE HOPE AND POSITIVE ENERGY;
• I CHOOSE TO FEEL CONFIDENT AND ABLE TO DEAL WITH ANYTHING CALMLY;
• I CHOOSE TO FORGIVE OTHERS AND ACCEPT FORGIVENESS FOR MYSELF;
• I CHOOSE TO EAT FOOD THAT NOURISHES AND STRENGTHENS MY BODY AND CONTRIBUTES TO MY HEALTH AND MY WELL BEING;
• I CHOOSE TO ENJOY EVERY EXPERIENCE THAT COMES ALONG;
• I CHOOSE TO CARE FOR MYSELF AND OTHERS WITH DEEP LOVE;
• I CHOOSE TO SEE ALL DIFFICULTIES AS OPPORTUNITIES TO MAKE ME STRONGER;
• I CHOOSE TO RELEASE ALL ANGER, FEAR AND GUILT COMPLETELY;
• I CHOOSE TO RELEASE ALL NEGATIVE EMOTIONS;
• I CHOOSE TO RELEASE ALL STRESS AND ANXIETY;
• I CAN ACCOMPLISH ANY TASK WITH EASE;
• I INTEND THAT MY ACTIONS HAVE A POSITIVE IMPACT;

TODAY, I AM THANKFUL TO GOD AND I AM GRATEFUL TO BE ALIVE.

- AMEN -

“All is well in my world”

Just wanted to share some positive energy for today! Came across this article from the website www.the-benefits-of-positive-thinking.com. Lots of great stuff. Check it out if you get a chance!

The Best Positive Phrases You Can Have Now

It’s not always easy to keep a positive attitude. Some of us choose to use positive phrases and affirmations repeated with intention to maintain a positive attitude. The best positive statements contain powerful words and make us feel great about ourselves, the world and the future. I have collected the following phrases for you. They are powerful sentences that aim to uplift you and help you have a positive attitude. I like chucking some of these phrases into my Affirmation Ticker, which displays them for me smoothly rolling by on a bar across the top of my computer screen – a great way to be inspired whenever you’re at your computer! Wait no more, and grab your positive phrases here…

* I accept life as it comes. Every day I become more and more the complete person I truly am.

* I intend to make a positive impact on the people I come in contact with.

* I am willing to forgive myself and learn from my mistakes to become a better person.

* I appreciate all acts of kindness that many people have toward me.

* I am thankful for being alive.

* I keep a flexible attitude toward changes in life.

* I welcome the future with a happy and open attitude.

* I intend to be more kind toward the people I come in contact with daily.

* I am grateful for all the possibilities that lie before me at present.

* I choose to be kind to myself.

* I am open to receive more wisdom every day.

* I choose to live my life with a purpose and give back to the world.

* I decide to release myself from old patterns of thought that no longer serve me.

* I choose to see all the opportunities that are presented to me daily.

* I forgive everyone that has ever done wrong to me. I choose to release all resentments. I choose peace and freedom.

* I choose to live my life daily to the fullest always in the present moment.

Have a great day :-)

Surrender

TAKE, LORD, and receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding, and my entire will — all that I have and call my own. You have given it all to me, Lord, I return it. Everything is yours; do with it what you will. Give me only your love and your grace. This is enough for me.

- Norman Shawchuck and Rueben P. Job
A Guide to Prayer for All Who Seek God

“Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.”
- Luke 21:33, NIV

Paddling Journal

As a fairly novice kayaker, I was happy to stumble upon this on-line resource published weekly by Kevin McCharen. I had mentioned to Hope one day that I was headed out kayaking, and she motioned me into the church office where she pulled up Kevin’s site on the internet and showed me some of his amazing pictures. They had recently encountered a Bald Eagle and were lucky enough to observe him up close and personal for an exclusive photo shoot of about half an hour. Once introduced to the site, I really enjoyed going through and reading Kevin’s accounts of his (and Hope’s) exploits on their kayaks. Kevin is a great, descriptive writer and I can almost picture being alongside when reading some of the journals. He gets great pictures as well. Also, the site is very helpful with tide information, weather forecasts, camping tips and other useful stuff for kayakers. Best of all is Kevin’s obvious passion for nature as he paddles his way around the local waters documenting his journeys in a way that makes you wish you could be out there too. Thanks to Kevin for allowing me to share his journal on our site as I know we have many nature lovers and kayakers out there! For more stuff, visit Kevin’s site (see link below) or better yet, sign up for your own personal copy of his weekly e-newsletter. Enjoy :-)

http://paddlethetimucuan.net

 

11/1/09
Put-In : Horseshoe Creek
Destination : Cedar Point Creek
Time : 8:00 am
Trip Length : 4 hrs (6.7 miles)
Temp : 55
Weather : clear, calm
Water : smooth
Tide : outgoing
Wildlife of Note : Great Blue Herons, Little Blue Herons, King Fishers, Northern Harriers, Ospreys, Peregrine Falcons, Wood Storks, Ibis, Tri-Colored Herons and White Pelicans

White Pelicans back in their winter home along the ICW

Early this morning, the clocks rolled back to standard time as the long awaited cold front blew through the area cooling things down considerably. After some debate, I decided to head to Horseshoe Creek and paddle south towards Cedar Point so that I could check on my Pelican Pals and confirm their arrival from their summer home.

Dolphin on the ICW

There was a chill in the air, but I opted to leave my fleece in the truck as I set out from the ramp just after peak high tide. I could see that it was another extremely high tide that is normal this time of the year, especially with the moon nearly full. I remembered the trip five years ago when the water was so high that I was able to actually paddle into the pool where my big white friends stay for the winter. Once I reached the waterway, I headed south as three or four Dolphins began surfacing nearby.

When I reached Cedar Point Creek, I pulled into the mudflat on the north side of the island that lies on the western bank of the ICW, just north of the Pelican Pool. I found that the water was indeed over the shell bank but not high enough to reach the pool so I paddled down to the south end of the island and started walking. I could see a mass of white to my left which confirmed what I already knew – the flock was back and the morning groom was well underway in the bright morning sun. Directly in front of me lay the smaller pool where the shorebirds usually hang out but I could also see the large, leathery heads of a dozen or so Wood Storks popping up above the grass.

Storks and Spoonbills

As I approached, I could also see, among the Storks, about five or six of their pink cousins, the straggler Spoonbills who have yet to pack their bags and head south for their winter homes. I walked slowly through the flooded grass as the Storks began to shift nervously and move slowly away from the near bank. The grass was thick and the water deeper than it usually is and it made my approach across the flats noisy and awkward. As a result, by the time I got close to the Pelican Pool, they were well aware of my presence and one by one they began to waddle into the water and swim slowly to the other side.

Wood Storks at Cedar Point

I took several photos and then walked back toward the waterway, pausing to shoot the Storks and Spoonies once again before getting back in my boat. As I did, I could see that the Pelicans had begun their slow, methodical departure from the pool – a dozen or so at a time as they circled and let the wind carry them to the southeast. The parade of Snowbirds (the hoomin variety) was well underway so I had to time my departure between passing of the huge yachts heading south for the winter. I decided to head into Cedar Point Creek and check out the island where I camped on that trip in 2004. I got out and looked around – pleased to find that it was relatively un-trashed but well used with several clearings to camp at.

I continued upstream against the strong outgoing current – crisscrossing the stream to stay out of the swiftest water. I could see Wood Storks perching in the trees on the south side of the point so I paddled into the little stream that runs along that part of the point. After shooting them, I let the current carry me back out to the waterway where I made my return to the put-in.

Keepers

Just thought I’d share this forwarded email, it has some good reminders at the end…

I grew up in the 50’s with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it… A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away.  I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.  It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.  Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return. So… while we have it… it’s best we love it…. and care for it… and fix it when it’s broken……… and heal it when it’s sick.  This is true for relationships ….. and old cars…. and children with bad report cards….. and dogs with bad hips…. and aging parents….. and grandparents.. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.  There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special……. and so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thinks I am a ‘keeper’, so I’ve sent it to the people I think of in the same way.. Now it’s your turn to send this to those people that are “keepers” in your life..  Good friends are like stars…. You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.  Keep them close!

TEN THINGS GOD WON’T ASK ON THAT DAY:

1….. God won’t ask what kind of car you drove. He’ll ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.

2… God won’t ask the square footage of your house, He’ll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

3….. God won’t ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He’ll ask how many you helped to clothe.

4… God won’t ask what your highest salary was. He’ll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.

5… God won’t ask what your job title was. He’ll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.

6…. God won’t ask how many friends you had. He’ll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.

7… God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, He’ll ask how you treated your neighbors.

8… God won’t ask about the color of your skin, He’ll ask about the content of your character.

9… God won’t ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation. He’ll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.

10… God won’t have to ask how many people you forwarded this to, He already knows your decision.

Have a great and blessed day :-)

Companions On The Way

Sunday’s Reflection

THE EMMAUS ROAD story teaches what accompaniment means: walking together, sharing in conversation about what really matters, extending hospitality to strangers, breaking bread together. Companions trust that Christ joins us on the journey, reveals God’s love for us in the Word and Table fellowship, and fills us with good courage to go forth in his name. We serve others most profoundly not by giving them things or by doing things for them but by accompanying them on their way.

- Don C. Richter
Mission Trips That Matter: Embodied Faith for the Sake of the World

From p. 97 of Mission Trips That Matter: Embodied Faith for the Sake of the World by Don C. Richter. Copyright © 2008 by the author. All Rights Reserved. Used with permission.http://www.upperroom.org/bookstore/Learn more about or purchase this book.

Today’s Question

How are you accompanying others on the way? How are you being accompanied? Visit the comments area and share your thoughts.

Today’s Scripture Reading

All the others gave what they’ll never miss; she gave extravagantly what she couldn’t afford–she gave her all.

- Mark 12:44, THE MESSAGE

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Thanks :-)

I just read the newly posted newsletter which opened with Father Marty’s always inspiring words.  I felt compelled to act right way, first to thank Marty for his loving work at St. George’s and all the work he does in God’s kingdom, things that we know about, and many that we do not.  Marty’s first day “on the job” at St. George’s was the first service I attended there, and I fell in love with him and the church right away.  Next, thank you to Kate, Hope, and all the office staff who work so hard and do such a beautiful job with the newsletter and keeping everyone informed.  One of the things that I am personally most thankful for is the ability to read and write.  I was thinking as I was reading the newsletter what a blessing it is to be able to share experiences even when we can’t actually participate by being present.  We all have such busy lives and there’s a limit to how many things we can actually go to, even if we want to.   But the next best thing to actually being in a place is to hear about it from someone who was there.  Reading about it and seeing pictures let’s your imagination drift into the experience.  Can you imagine what life would be like if there was nothing to read!  We wouldn’t know about anything!  As usual when I start thinking about things like this, my mind wanders into “space” and I wonder about the first words ever written, the first person to ever think about picking up a writing instrument and putting something down on paper.  About the creation of language, the alphabet, grammar and spelling.  Where and how did it all begin?  Fast forward a few thousand years, and look around us today with so many forms of media used for communicating with each other.  I have always loved to read and I’ve always enjoyed listening to stories, whether fact or fiction!  Some of my earliest childhood memories are filled with wonderful times spent with my father, reading my sister and me nightly bedtime stories.  No matter what kind of day it had been, he always made time for this special event, knowing how much we loved it.  He would read a chapter or two each night, just enough to fill our heads with visions of different worlds, different lives, places, people, adventures, laughter, suspense.  We would beg him to read longer each day, but part of the joy was drifting off to sleep, imagining being in that very place he had told us about in the midst of some adventure.  Some of my favorites were stories of the American South – Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.  We  lived in such a different world – a large, bustling city with a large population, lots of roads, buildings and concrete!.  Hearing about Tom and Huck, their simple lives spent outside fishin’ and misbehavin’, was such a thrill.  Their adventures leading them through swamps filled with gators, snakes and all kinds of critters, not to mention suspicious sounding characters like “Injun Joe”.  Canoes and camping.  Fishing poles made of twigs and strings.  Family gatherings with fried chicken and home baked apple pie.   I think it is some kind of personal destiny that my path should bring me here to the place I dreamed about, and to find that it is just as awesome as I thought it would be.  (Although I try to stay out of the way of the snakes and gators!).  I love writing about experiences, but even more, I love reading about the experiences of other people, especially stories of travel and nature, as it adds to my own experience, giving me an idea of what it would be like to be in those places.  I’ve recently discovered a wonderful new source, another on-line blog, and I’ve asked the author for permission to share some of the accounts on the St. George blog space.  It is nature living at its finest, and takes me to places I wouldn’t otherwise get the chance to experience.  I think you’ll see what I mean when you read it.  Pictures too!  I will end here with this note of thanks to God – for our brains, our imagination, and the gift of the written word.  So keep writing and sharing all your stories.  You never know what a blessing it might be to someone who may not be able to experience it otherwise.

The Hole In The Wall

It’s amazing what you find out when you actually talk to people!  Over the past few months, I have come to know many wonderful people at St. George’s.  Each week that passes by, I meet more new people and enjoy finding out about so many common interests.  Maybe it is because our congregation is based on St. George Island, such a beautiful and serene place, that the people in and around the church seem to match.  I was telling someone today that I had never felt really sure about becoming a member of any church since I arrived in America in 1976, that is, not until I found St. George’s.

I grew up in a church family, a small parish, and the church really was a part of our every day lives.  Our vicar, Mr. Evans, was a jolly, middle aged Welsh man (with a thick Welsh accent) who rode around everywhere on his bicycle as he did not own a car.  He and Mrs. Evans lived in the parish vicarage, a small, simple cottage type house, nothing fancy.  Mr. Evans knew everyone in the parish, especially the children.  He knew your name, when you were born, where you lived, etc.  He instinctively knew where we were supposed to be at any given time.  Should he come upon us while out and about on his bicycle,  he would simply give us “the eye” and we knew we were caught and better get back to what we were supposed to be doing.  He was never stern or cross with us.  I don’t ever remember him raising his voice.  He didn’t have to.

We didn’t have a church secretary, or office staff (or even an office for that matter).  Mrs. Evans took care of all the church business, including making cakes and cookies to take around to the sick and elderly.  If anyone in the parish needed anything, they would just go and knock on the front door of the vicarage.  The church survived on donations from the weekly collections, two services on Sundays and one on Wednesday, as well as more substantial donations from the wealthier parishioners.  Since I was in the choir and spent quite a bit of time in and around the church, I was sometimes “recruited” to help out with various tasks.  I remember going with Mr. Evans one day to empty the donation boxes as it was time to do the books.  By the main door entrance, there were 4 letter box type  holes in the wall so that people could select which area of need they wanted to donate to.  One was flowers, another was building & grounds, another was for the sick & poor, and I forget what the last one was for.  My mother would give us a handful of spare change on Sundays to put in the donation box.  I always carefully considered which one I would pick, trying to make sure that over a period of time I had covered all the bases.  It was a small but empowering decision to make each week.  I would see others making the same kind of deliberations, and the ensuing satisfaction after the decision was made and the money put in the right box.

To my great surprise, when Mr. Evans took out his church keys to open up the boxes, there was one big hole in the wall, with all the money in one place, not the four individual boxes.  My wide eyes and open mouth prompted Mr. Evans to explain this newly revealed system, and once I understood the concept, it was a much broader and more powerful lesson than it first appeared to be.  As the leader and caretaker of the church, Mr. Evans was responsible to see that all needs were met to the best of his ability.  There were never enough donations to cover everything.  There were the “must have to survive” priorities, and the “nice to have” extras.  He said that while it is nice to have the church filled with flowers, or get new bible covers, or something like that – it was much more important that an elderly parishioner had help to pay her heating bill in a harsh winter month or that a young mother had enough food for her children.  He said (with a twinkle in his eye) that sometimes it was good to go a couple of weeks without any flowers, because donations in the “flower” box would go up considerably.   He said that God works in the same way – the priorities have to get taken care of first, and that we shouldn’t worry about anything we pray for.  All the prayers go into the same box, then it is up to God to take care of all the needs, in His order, not ours.  It all made sense and I could see from his explanation that it was a really good system after all.  I still enjoyed putting my coins in each of the 4 boxes, and watching others making their selections.  The difference was that I now knew something a little extra, something about the  good purpose of the box(es)… and I knew that because of the system,  and a call for more flower donations, Mr. Evans could take care of the needs of the church.  It just gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling :-)