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  • Once In A Blue Moon

    Once In A Blue Moon

    Just when you thought 2020 couldn’t get any stranger; October arrives!

    October begins this coming Thursday bringing with it a full moon and, in 31 days, leaving us with a full moon; two full moons in the same month. October 1st is the Harvest Moon, which usually makes its appearance in September, and on October 31st, just in time for Halloween, is the even more rare Blue Moon.

    The Harvest Moon is named as such because it is particularly bright and rises early. In the past, this allowed farmers to extend their working day under the light of the extra-bright moon, gathering in crops to prepare for the winter months.  For my family, this year the October 1st Harvest Moon will take on extra meaning as my one son’s girlfriend is teaching us a new tradition.

    Vi Van moved to Canada from Vietnam when she was 8 years old.  She grew up in a Catholic home rich with Vietnamese traditions and now she is teaching these traditions to us!  We have a tin of Moon Pies waiting to be opened on Thursday, October 1st and there will be a lantern lit for our evening meal with a menu of festive fare.   

    This new tradition has extra meaning. When my children left for university my empty nest was most uncomfortable.  Little did I know then that they would return with new partners and our family would grow in numbers, traditions and love!  It is this I will be celebrating on my first New Moon Festival.

    As for the Blue Moon; don’t expect the moon to actually be blue.  The colour “blue” has nothing to do with this event, the moon will be big, bright and beautiful as always, but it won’t be blue.  There are several definitions of a blue moon, but the most commonly known one is a second full moon that occurs during one calendar month in the year. On average, this coincidental event happens roughly every 3 years. Because of its rarity we have the expression, “once in a blue moon”.

    As COVID-19’s second wave crests over us, let us not despair for God has sent us a reminder to look up!  May the waning and waxing of these full moons remind us of the ageless healing of a great and wonderous God.

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

    The photo used for this Blog was taken by Aaron Visuals, used with permission/Unsplash

  • Pumpkin Spice Season!

    Pumpkin Spice Season!

    Do you smell it?  The aroma of pumpkin spice is everywhere!  Pumpkin spice lattes, coffee creamers, muffins, cookies, pies, candles, oatmeal and even pumpkin spice flavored communion wafers (although I think that was supposed to be a joke!).

    Today, the first day of autumn, the day of unfolding the flannel sheets, taking inventory of sweaters, the hanging of autumn wreaths and garlands, dusting off the hearth while preparing the fireplace, and, the most dreaded of all autumn tasks, the donning of socks.

    I have waited until today to switch out the quickly fading summer flowers in my flower box and replacing the front door wreath with brightly coloured Flint corn.   The wheelbarrow will fill with all the summer annuals and the compost will be fed to its fullest.  The bird feeders will once again appear, filled and poised to welcome birds of many feathers.  Of course, these feeders will also feed the snippy little red squirrels, the playful black squirrels and adorable chipmunks. 

    This past month we have also welcomed, for the first time in 30 years, a beautiful grey squirrel and a rather loud night guest- a Great Horned Owl. 

    Supper will be chili with crusty buns followed with apple crisp.  By day’s end, my beloved puppy Abby and I will walk our daily tree lined path as she gaily chases after each leaf that falls and I soak in all the smells and sights of mother earth. The noisy Canadian Geese will gather overhead preparing for their annual trip south while the salmon splash about in the shallow Sydenham River, ending their final trip home.

    Each season is a cause for joy; each bringing gifts too beautiful to miss!  As author Stanley Horowitz writes, “Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

    May you take time to savior the gifts of this most mosaic season!

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

    The photo was taken by Alex Geerts, used with permission: Unsplash

  • Lessons From Trees

    Lessons From Trees

    These cool evenings seem to have signaled the start of the yearly transition from deep shades of green to brilliant shades of red, yellow and orange. Once this week, during my daily walk, I stopped to admire one small maple tree that donned in equal measure leaves of red, yellow, orange and green; it looked so unreal I almost thought it a fake!  

    Later, as I stood on a rocky uphill path I paused and turned to admire the panoramic view.  I tried to decide which was the most beautiful.  Was it that splash of yellow to the right or the deep red of the lower lying foliage straight ahead or perhaps it was the random touches of orange that were appearing in many of the taller trees; which was the most alluring?   After much consideration, I decided they all were magnificent in their own unique way and together they added much to the view.   

    The scene reminded me of words written by Michael A Singer, “When you walk through a beautiful botanical garden, you feel open and light.  You feel love, you see beauty.  You don’t judge the shape and placement of every leaf.  The leaves are of all sizes and shapes…That’s what makes them beautiful.  What if you felt that way about people?  What if they were like the flowers, and however they happened to be seemed beautiful to you?” (Untethered Soul, 288)

    As I continued my walk, I decided to accept Singer’s challenge and to view every person like those magnificent autumn trees; each beautiful in their own way.  This may seem a simple task but as my week went along, I found a few instances where I had to pause and remind myself what the trees taught me; everyone is unique and exquisite in their own way. Besides, if we want others to accept us then we must be accepting of them.

    And, of course this also applies to each of us, we each are beautiful and unique masterpieces by the Greatest Artist of all artists so we must be easy on ourselves. 

    As you take in the array of autumn’s beauty be reminded that with the same awe that you look at those trees God looks upon each one of us.   

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

    Photo by Chris Pagan, used with permission/Unsplash

  • What Lies Ahead?

    What Lies Ahead?

    Flight school is now in session and each morning I wake to the loud calls of Canadian Geese as they practice their flight formations readying themselves for their autumn trip south.  These young geese have no idea what lies ahead but they instinctively begin to prepare for this new journey, stretching their wings wide and learning when to pull ahead and when to ride on the tide of those ahead of them.

    The same is true for all the lovely butterflies who emerged this summer; they too are preparing for a new journey.  They truly are great explorers who after one transformational journey into and back out of chrysalids now, only a matter of weeks later, take flight to warmer climates.

    And we too are setting off in parts unknown.  This COVID-19 has set the pace, once again, and we follow into autumn not exactly sure what we will find.  We wonder what will happen when schools open, when some churches resume in-person worship services and office workers return to their cubicles. 

    It has been an anxious time, thankfully, there are some who have settled into this unknown rather stoically and like the Canadian Geese or butterflies seem to instinctively enjoy the unexpected.

    One thing we can be sure of is that no matter where this new journey takes us, we will not travel alone.  God, the one who is known to do new things, is with us and if we relax into that presence there will be many joyful surprises along the way.

    So, let us with trust and faith do as the Psalmist directs, “Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs.” (Psalm 100:2)

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

    (Photo by Grace Reany; member of Port Elgin United Church and used with permission)

  • Have You Been Forest Bathing Lately?

    Have You Been Forest Bathing Lately?

    In his book, The Little Book of Lykke, Meik Wiking explains Shinrin-yoku as a means of refreshing our souls and resetting our psychological health by getting a good dose of forest bathing! 

    During these stressful days of pandemic living I highly recommend you try some forest bathing.  All one needs is a good set of walking shoes, perhaps a walking stick and some comfortable clothing (just in case you got the wrong idea!).  Then find a patch of forest to “bathe” in. 

    This kind of bathing involves taking in everything around you with all your senses. Breathing in the fresh clean air, pausing to touch and focus your sights on every detail of the green foliage and at times closing your eyes to listen deeply to the birds, babbling brook or the wind through the leaves.   It is a mindful hike that may take your soul to great heights but you may physically not travel far.  In fact, even if one took a chair out to a group of trees and sat under them breathing in the entire experience, one would be forest bathing. 

    Wiking writes, “There is existing evidence of a positive relationship between happiness and exposure to green or natural environments in our lives.”  

    The forest, one of God’s earliest creations is full of divine mystery and undiscovered healing.  Many have said that they do not need church so long as they can walk in nature; that it is in nature where they meet God.  For me the mystical beauty of the forest is enhanced by my deep reverence for God’s church.  Without one or the other it would be a lopsided life.

    Even Job, despite all his hardships knew that God could not be contained by our understanding, “Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways, and how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?” (Job 26:14)

     So, why not make time this week to go forest bathing either by a mindful walk in the forest or simply by sitting near a garden or a tree and rest long enough to hear God’s small whispers?

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

    The Photo with today’s Blog was taken by Anastasiya Romanova

  • A Persistent Hope!

    A Persistent Hope!

    It started as a tiny, thin stem shooting up in the most unlikely of places- right between the patio stones and my driveway. I paused daily to cheer it on all the while thinking “It doesn’t have a chance to grow in such a place.”  But grow it did. In fact, it grew so tall it outgrew the side of our deck, and as I write it reaches up about 2.5 feet.

    And is it ever beautiful; full of lovely purple flowers! Google tells me its name is Harebell and it grows wild, which means it has the tenacity to root even in the most desolate places adding indescribable beauty.

    I have been calling her “Hope” for the past two weeks.  I asked my one son if he could snap a photo of Hope and he knew immediately what I meant (his photo is what I used for this Blog).

    Hope has a way of growing in the most difficult places such as discouraged hearts, downcast spirits, and pandemic fatigued souls.  These are not easy times; many are struggling with the endurance of living under the influence of COVID-19.  As I write it is the twentieth week of the pandemic in Grey and Bruce Counties with no end in sight.  I know I am feeling frustrated, bored, and restless.  There are moments I lament, “When will this all be behind us?”

    Then I commit myself to find signs of hope around me; I refuse to despair when God has filled creation with so much beauty.  I remind myself that this is but a part of the story, joy will return.

    The Psalmist knew this as well. Being honest about our discouragement is the best way to navigate ourselves back to hope, as Psalm 42 reminds us, the discouragement is only for a while:

    “Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God,
    for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” (Psalm 42: 5 & 11)

    Poet Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) also found hope in this same flower for she wrote, “Hope is like a Harebell…” and I add because it is determined to root and blossom into all its beauty despite everything.

    So, go and be a Harebell!

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

  • The Rain Barrel Runneth Over

    The Rain Barrel Runneth Over

    Two weeks ago, the grass had turned a dull shade of yellow and made a crunching sound with every step. Water bans were placed on several cities forbidding lawns and flower beds to be watered.   We were not under a water ban as of yet, but in anticipation of its arrival I was tempted to fill my almost empty rain barrel with the water from the back yard hose.

    Thankfully, it didn’t come to such delinquent behavior!

    The rain arrived first with short “isolated” showers and eventually, within a few days, the sky burst open and torrential rain bounced off the hard and barren front lawn.

    We sat on our front porch debating if we should risk getting soaked so to spread grass seed on the brown spots that had formed.  We needn’t worry.  The perennial grass filled itself with the fresh warm rain returning to a lushness which seemed near impossible the day prior.

    The same can be said about the almost empty rain barrel; fresh summer water now spills over its top, nourishing the once wilted flowers by its side.

    Such is life. We go through some journeys that leave us dry and parched; convinced that we cannot possible carry on and all flourishing has passed.  Then, out of the blue something happens.  Sometimes it is as simple as a phone call from a friend, a card in the mail or an email that leaves us smiling and able to take the next step.

    God has promised we will not be left alone in such difficult times. If we hold onto our faith and trust in God’s presence our dried up souls will once again be filled with refreshing waters.

    As promised in the 23rd Psalm,  “My cup runneth over .  Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life;…” (Psalm 23:5-6)

    Join us this Sunday for a shortened summer worship service at Port Elgin United Church (virtually via YouTube, Facebook or our website) as we spend some time singing, reflecting and praying to our ever abiding Shepherd!

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

    Photo by Waldemar Brandt used with permission/Unsplashed

  • Enchanted Wonders!

    Enchanted Wonders!

    We went out to our backyard late in the evening on July 4th, lit up a campfire, set up the telescope, and after applying a few generous layers of bug repellent sat back to view the night sky.

    We had gathered to witness the lunar eclipse but were held in awe by so many other “hosts” on that enchanted evening.

    The full “Buck” moon graced the sky as it silently kept its course toward other horizons.  We slowly readjusted our chairs several times to keep a clear view hoping not to miss the moment that the sun and moon met but were distracted by the skilled aerodynamics of the bats.

    And, just as the light of the moon was dimmed by the treetops a few flickering lights appeared in the lilac bush.  A group of Fireflies had joined us and were putting on a most magical light show!

    The smell of the fire, the warmth of the summer air, the star-filled sky, the magnificent moon moving ever steadily toward an unseen sun, the antics of the bats, and the enchanted fireflies made for a most blessed evening.

    As I sat there savoring every bit of it the words of Psalm 8 came to mind,

    “When I consider your heavens,
    the work of your fingers,
    the moon and the stars,
    which you have set in place,
    what is humankind that you are mindful of them,
    human beings that you care for them?”

    Like the Psalmist, I asked, ‘why would a Creator who has put so much detail into star-filled skies, full moons, and magical eclipses be mindful of me?’

    As the bats entertained and the Fireflies charmed I decided God created me to offer praise and worship in response to such beauty.  I suspect God is deeply praised by my wonder and awe. Perhaps this is what Jesus meant when he said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”  (Mat 18:3)

    As the author and Theologian G.K. Chesterton wrote,  “We are perishing for want of wonder, not for want of wonders.”

    May your summer be filled with childish awe at the sight of God’s countless wonders!

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

    The photo with this Blog was taken by Patrick Hendry

  • Resting Well

    Resting Well

    Through the vantage point of my second-floor office window, I have had the opportunity to observe squirrels during their mid-day naps!  As they lay on their tummies across the shaded branch one or two of their limbs hang carelessly down while their tiny faces are contently tucked against the nook of a branch. I found myself yawning as I watched and soon had to return to my work or I too would have been napping!

    One afternoon, without any notice, the poor napping squirrel rolled just a bit too far and fell off the tree limb!  As I ran down the stairs to rescue him my mind raced; what to do with an injured squirrel?  However, my concerns were unfounded as he was already running across the lawn and I watched as he scrambled back up the tree.

    It would seem resting takes a bit of practice and skill!

    I too have learned the value of resting well.  I haven’t fallen out of any trees but I have worked myself into exhaustion and even worse over the years.  I have learned the value of a good rest.

    For the past 4 months, we all have been striving to do our best against COVID-19.  I have learned new tricks such as washing all my groceries before bringing them into the house, how to enhance online worship, how to engage in over the phone pastoral visiting, how to ZOOM in for weekly Bible Study, Fellowship, meetings and support groups.  Now, it is time to rest.

    There is value in knowing when the striving needs to cease and rest is required.

    Even God, the mighty Creator, knew when to pause, “Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.” (Genesis 2:3)

    This summer I will be taking three weeks of holidays, next week is one of those three and there will not be a Blog written.  I will return for a few weeks before taking two more weeks of vacation in August.

    May you all be blessed this summer to find a restful patch of shade in which to refuel!

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel

    The photo with this Blog was taken by Zhana Kenny/Unsplash

     

  • My Tree Top Office

    My Tree Top Office

    My office has moved.  Four months ago, before COVID-19, it was in the church with shelves of books, chairs for visitors and green plants on the tables and window sills.  Now, my office is in my daughter’s old bedroom on the second floor of our tall old house.  The desk is pulled up tight to a large window overlooking my back yard, which is lined by huge ancient evergreens on one side and a perfect view of the sky on the other.

    What appeared at first to be a rather quiet and out of the way place has turned out to be quite the opposite!  The trees are a highway for the hyperactive red squirrels and the more playful black squirrels as they travel from yard to yard. One evening I observed a big sleepy raccoon clumsily climb down a tree trunk to the ground. I suspect the antics of the squirrels didn’t make for a good day’s rest (he hasn’t been back!).

    Then there are the birds! Oh my goodness I have lost count of the many different species that rest in these tall old limbs: doves, robins, sparrows, blue jays, woodpeckers, cardinals, starlings, grackles, chickadees, crows and the seasonal visitors such as the flock of yellow finches, wood thrushes and a wren family, just to name a few.

    My new office has a backdrop of birdsong, calming pine aromas, and the shuffle of squirrels, all of which waft in through the open window. This is the best office I have ever had!

    In The Lost Woods, Edwin Way Teal, the naturalist, writes, “If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrance I most would want to see and hear and smell-among all the delights of the open world-on a final day on earth, I think I would choose these: the clear, ethereal song of a white-throated sparrow singing at dawn; the smell of pine trees in the heat of noon; the lonely call of Canada geese; the sight of a dragon-fly glinting in the sunshine; the voice of a hermit thrush far in a darkening woods at evening; and-most spiritual and moving of sights-the white cathedral of a cumulus cloud floating serenely in the blue of the sky.” (published by Dodd, Mead)

    May this summer afford you the time to slow down and fully appreciate all your favorite sights, sounds and fragrances from God’s wondrous creation.

     

    Blessings,

    Rev. Heather McCarrel