Monday, 2 December 2019

Craft Fair at Norton Fitzwarren December 8th Village Hall.





I am very pleased to be presenting a number of things that will make very pleasant gifts for all the family.

pictures ranging from £8-£15
Shabby chic cards 0.75p
shabby chic gift tags £1 per packet
shabby chic bags for inclusion of your own gift ( v unusual) £3 each
Book in a shabby chic box ( all boxed up for you to give ) £5
Note books with original art work on the front £5
Raffle prize - free ticket with every purchase

Unitarian Service Dec 1st 2019 by Zoe Ainsworth-Grigg


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The theme of this service is about age, not necessarily old age so I shall start with a poem from As you Like it.
In As You Like It, Act 2 Scene 7, Shakespeare has Jaques talk through the ‘seven ages of man’. According to Jaques’ monologue the seven ages of man are this
All the world’s a stage
‘All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.’

Hymn

Perhaps our initial monologue was male orientated but now I would like to invite you all to contribute by lighting a candle

Lighting a candle

I would now  like to invite you to light a candle and say one thing that you like about being the age that you are and one thing that you don’t like about being the age that you are.

Thank you for sharing
I suspect many of you will know this poem

‘ Warning’ by Jenny Joseph
When I am old I shall wear purple

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

However you may not know this poemand it has been a favourite of mine for ten years, I prefer it to Warning


Autumn Tree Ann Rubin


I want to grow old like an Autumn Tree
Blazing with Radiance, a flame-like finale.
Deep chestnut hair dye will crown my grey head
I’ll paint my nails russet and my lips cherry red.
I’ll have gowns in orange, my skin ancient bronze
My shawls will have fringes, like gold bracken fronds.
I won’t wear purple, or age gracefully
I want to greet Winter, like an Autumn tree.

Pride comes before a fall, or so the proverb says;
And there’ll be lots to be proud of in my autumn days.
Of facing each spring with bright promise and cheer
Of the fruit that I bore, in my summer years.
Of sheltering my loved ones, in strong arms and heart
Of braving the bitter times when we had to part.
And when I know it’s the right time, for my soul to fly free
I’ll be reaching to heaven like an autumn tree.

See on this trunk, like veins of rich sap
The lines of my living, like paths on a map.
On the day of my passing, when I sail to the West
Paint me with bright colours, make me look my best.
Carry me, log like, to my funeral pyre
Remember with joy that I lived with great fire.
I learned how to grow old – gloriously
Every bit as resplendent as an Autumn Tree.

Anne Rubin October 2003



Hymn




Psychologist Carl Gustav Jung (1875–1961) is often referenced as the originator of the concept of the inner child

It is the child that learns to cope with the world up until the age of puberty and adolescence. All of us have traumatic experiences during childhood of varying degrees of severity and it is how we cope with them that makes us the individual that we are. We feel those traumas again when in adult life we  encounter something that touches on those old scars of childhood , patience and kindness overcomes the anger and frustration people feel when this happens. Many of us are able to rationalize them and acknowledge where our emotional pain comes from.
 Charles Whitfield dubbed the inner child the "child within" in his book Healing the Child Within: Discovery and Recovery for Adult Children of Dysfunctional Families (1987). Penny Park's book Rescuing the Inner Child (1990) provided a program for contacting and recovering the inner child.
However, some of us have such painful experiences in childhood that we are unable to rationalize the experience and need therapeutic help to uncover our ingrained emotional pain
When we have middle age our relationships and our work patterns take precedence but there comes a time when we approach old age. What do we expect what do we fear. Take a few moment s to write down those things that trouble us about the age that we are and the age we are going to be and also the age that we live in.  This is a private  reminiscence   . Please put what you have written in a pocket  or somewhere on your person.

Hymn and collection

I would like you to keep those words  with you as we go into a short meditation. At the end of the meditation I would like you to join me in chanting the OM, I will ring the gong and then we will chant OM until it finishes.  You may not be familiar with the Om so I will demonstrate:

OM

The Cultural and Historical Roots of OM

The syllable OM is an ancient Sanskrit letter first found in the Vedas, originating between 1500 – 1200 BC. A collection of Vedic Sanskrit hymns, they were sung in praise of the Divine. They were not written out at first, but were vibrated into existence using human speech. Teachings on the metaphysics of OM were later elaborated on in the Upanishads, ancient Indian mystical texts
They carry the great forces of Nature such as the energies of the Sun and Moon, Fire and Water, electricity and magnetism, not simply as outer factors but as inner potentials of Divine Light. They project various aspects of force and radiance for body, mind and consciousness.
OM, carries immense pranic life force energy, is a mystic syllable, considered the most sacred mantra in Hinduism and Tibetan Buddhism. It appears at the beginning and end of most Sanskrit recitations, prayers, and texts

What is the Meaning of OM?

Seed mantras like OM are no ordinary words with dictionary definitions. These mantras are more about the vibrational content than the meaning. Frawley again: “Om is the Word of God.” The sound OM is a vibration from which all the manifest universe emanates. Form and creation comes from vibration. OM is the most elemental of vibrations. It is the sound of the void. Frawley says: “Om is the prime mantra of the Higher self, or Atman. It attunes us with our true nature. It is the sound of the creator, preserver and destroyer of the universe.









And now the meditation of the labyrinth

You all have a picture of a labyrinth to help you to concentrate.

Walking a pathway can help to get rid of distractions such as shopping lists, arguments family chores, global concerns or sadness when we are trying to pray.

Think of this journey as four movements

1.    You are  on the threshold prepare yourself for the walk

2  the  journey in

As you wind your way round, approaching the centre, gradually offload the pressures of the day, acknowledge them and put them aside.
Concentrate your mind, try to block out all physical and natural sights and sounds.  You can view it as an allorgary of your life, sometimes close to god, sometimes on the edge.  Or perhaps you sometimes feel in sympathy with others, and at other times distant from them.

3 the resting place

At the centre you can rest in God’s presence for as long as you like
Breathe gently and be still

Listen  to God and feel the healing presence

When you are ready to leave, give thanks for what you have received here and prepare to go

4.The Journey out of the labyrinth

Walking outwards, release your worries, feel revitalized and strengthened by your time in the resting place and feel with the help of the Holy Spirit that you can carry the light and love of Christ within you.



And now to give thanks we will chant the OM together. And afterwards we will have our next hymn


Hymn

Prayers

This morning may we remember the atrocities committed in the name of religion.  The Dean of Southark today said that People of Faith have more in common with each other than people realize.  May we strengthen and celebrate that and also remember that violent acts committed in the name of religion are false beliefs. May we remember a young man cut down in his prime who only worked for peace and the dignity of other human beings.


We will now take the offatory.

A New Prayer in the Old Church

O God, we speak the same name when we lift our hearts to you, but you know that we each mean something a little different, and some of us scarcely know what we mean. We come again that we may repose and reinforce our souls in you; for we feel that our lives have meanings beyond all that we have been able to discern of good and evil; meanings higher and deeper than our worst fears or loveliest dreams. So teach us to pray by somewhat yielding to the Greater Spirit which is beyond any name; and answer our prayers by the up springing of some fresh courage and wisdom. Forbid that we make our God in our own image and that alone; yet help us to know you in the depths of our own being, in all that concerns our truest selves and our love for others. Help us to hear in the worst the cry for the best, and to realize that all the patient, undaunted struggles are shared by you. Help us that we may help one another along the winding road of life, not merely by getting through but by getting up, by a gathering together nearer to a Light and Love including us all. Whatever else we receive in this time of worship, may we be touched by some assurance that the best is yet to be, because it is already in thy holy will for us and for all people; and we are yours now and forever.
New Prayers in Old Places Vivian Pomeroy

When the Old Year comes to a close

O God of Life, we thank you for beautiful little things which we never dreamed could make us so happy, and for the way the stars shone on long hard stretches of the road we had to tread. We thank you for the small expectations which ended in great delight; for the visitations of friendships which took us by surprise in this quarrelling world of ours, and for the success which startled a heart schooled to face frequent defeat. We thank you that when we prayed for courage to face the worst, there was often the in- finite mercy of so much less than the worst; and we thank you that some of our desires were not satisfied because a wisdom deeper than our own withheld what we wanted for the moment and gave us what we needed forever. We bless you that, bereft of some things we felt we could not live without, we have had bestowed upon us other things to enable us to live on—a vision in the restless night, a quiet heart in the dreaded tumult, an inspiring thought when we were at our wits’ end, a sufficient grace in spite of our weakness. Bless our future days to courage in our own troubles and kindness in the troubles of others. Bless our work to a little splendor and our homes to great loving. Bless our country to responsible freedom and our world to new hope. Forgive our sins against thee and against one another; and lead us gently down the years, out of the good that is into the better that is yet to be.

God’s promises are flowers tha bloom along our way, God’s promises are sunshine that brighten up our day. God’s promises are rainbows that light the sky above God’s promises are tokens of His abiding love.

May children everywhere feel God’s love and orphans brought safely home.

Join me if you can in the Lord’s Prayer

The Lord’s Prayer

Our Father…..

Our concluding hymn is a traditional one

Hymn – Love Devine all loves excelling



Benediction

Singer of twilight, we are drawn once more into your melody.  At the heart of the chorus is the stillness of your greeting.  As autumn turns to winter may we never lose the pathway to the divine heart.  The sealing of the dark heralds the preparation for a new day as tonight the stars shine , reveal again to us your mystery. Burn unflickering within us our holy light


pening music Dvorak cello concerto

24 -come sing a song with me
198 - well build a land
70 - i wish i knew how
125 one more step along the world i go

benediction Celtic Devotional

Closing music Bruch Violin concerto no 1