This is my wee intro for the Travelling Tales website for whom I’m pleased to be blogging for the next few weeks.
I am a Church of Scotland minister who is giving up being a parish minister to experiment with ways of “doing ministry” in a less formal way. Along with my husband Martyn I’ll be living on a croft at Lochdon on the Isle of Mull. Since this involves giving up full time tenured employment it is quite scary, but the sense of call is as strong as the one which took me into the ministry in the first place. Our two adult sons are supportive and will be visiting as often as their work, study and travel plans allow.
Having enjoyed getting to know people of all ages through knitting, making friendship bracelets, creating mosaics, and other craft based activities, I plan to make more of this in the new venture. We hope to keep bees and chickens, and maybe even a few sheep. I’m a member of the Iona Community but never expected to live on the island which I first visited in order to get to Iona. I seem to have a habit of moving to places I once just travelled through. More of this in future blogs. Crucial to the lifestyle change is reducing carbon footprint and finding ways to lead a simpler lifestyle.
Passionate about the environment for as long as I can remember, I used the money saved by living in a tied house to buy the lowest emission mainstream car available in 2008 – a Ford Fusion which has averaged over 60mpg. Having been living and working in two large rural parishes I’ve averaged 17,000 miles per year and would like to drastically reduce this. Part of the new venture will include travel around Argyll, and further afield, doing locum and supply ministry, but the hope is that I’ll now be able to make greater use of public transport. Doing craftwork which can’t be done when driving will be an added bonus. Trains, buses, ferries, walking more and getting back on the bike are all on the agenda. This week there will also be hired transit vans as we continue our low budget move of rather a lot of stuff.
I’m looking forward to blogging for Travelling Tales as a good incentive to start how I mean to go on. I first started a blog over a year ago but it faltered when I realised what I wanted to write about would make my potential plans public before I was ready. It would be tempting to wait till we’re a bit settled but much better to go for it straight away. The timing of the request for bloggers seems an opportunity not to be missed, and I’m grateful to be allowed to start slightly late to fit in with the end of one era and the start of another.
Through a Facebook link I found out that Travelling Tales were looking for bloggers for six weeks of trying lower carbon transport options. So I sent off a short proposal and am delighted to have been accepted.
The plan is that once I’m based on Mull fulltime I’ll blog for that first six weeks. That is likely to include a fair bit of walking, some cycling, some car use (in my low emissions car which is now 5 years old), some shared car use, at least two different ferries, and possibly the train. Should be finished hiring vans for the removal by then.
I would love to try an electric bike if anyone would like to lend me one for the duration! Or if you know where I could hire one cheaply and reasonably locally do let me know.
I’ll be pretty busy over the next three weeks finishing up in the parishes, saying goodbyes (not looking forward to that bit), etc. but I’m looking forward to blogging more, both for Travelling Tales and with a new blog for our new venture. Will keep you posted …
“You will know them by their fruits”. Reminds me of the billboard proclaiming that God wants spiritual fruit not religious nuts. The photos here were all taken in this country but I’ve been amazed to discover how many times trees get mentioned in the Bible. I’m reflecting on a few of them in tomorrow’s services. Fruit trees appear in the Genesis story of creation – along with plants the first vegetation to appear on dry land, crucially containing seed. So the importance of seed was recognised all those years ago. To those of us used to buying seed in packets, and to those who take out patents on seeds, a bit more reflection wouldn’t go amiss.
In the book of Judges there’s a parable of trees looking to choose a king but each recognising that their own unique gifts are more important than lording it over the other trees. So the olive knows how important its oil is, the fruits of the fig are delicious, the vine produces wine which cheers gods and mortals. Finally the bramble agrees to be king – a mixed blessing which made the original listeners realise they hadn’t acted with the best of motives.
Trees are fascinating. They can be tiny and fragile, or huge and imposing. They can cling on in unlikely places, and the strongest looking once blown down in a gale can turn out to have surprisingly shallow roots. Lots of scope for parallels with human life. I’m tempted to suggest we all go outside tomorrow and choose a tree to look at or sit under. But I guess I’ll not go that far so I’d better go and write a bit more for the morning. Spiritual fruit, not religious nuts – better not get the seeds mixed up.
I’ve just finished reading The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. What a brilliant book. I first read it over ten years ago. I was initially reluctant because it looked like it might just be about the worst of religion. I knew enough about that. But it has so much more depth to it than a superficial swipe at Christians getting it wrong. The numerous ways we can get it wrong could be summed up by the phrase “Jesus is bangala”. Depending on the exact pronunciation of “bangala” this either means “Jesus is precious” or “Jesus is poisonwood”. Suspicious of the interpreter, the preacher tries to use the local language himself and you can guess which message he often ends his ranting sermons with. There is a lot of fascinating play with language – from the daughter who constantly gets words slightly wrong, to the one who deliberately turns words round and can read back to front as easily as forwards. I was much more aware of this on my second reading (or perhaps I just hadn’t remembered it so clearly).
There are the vastly different characters of the mother and four daughters with the legacy they each carry of their supposedly similar experiences – experiences in the Congo and of their family. There’s the learning curve of realising how much labels can mislead – whether the label is to do with race, colour, religion, politics, gender, disability, love, hate, family…. Any label has limitations. Maybe this is all sounding very worthy and I suppose it is. But it’s also a really good read in the best tradition of family sagas. Each of Kingsolver’s books that I’ve read has been very different. She obviously does a huge amount of research. I look forward to trying other titles and re-reading those already on my shelves.
There is a link between the phone box and public transport – read on!
Bit of a break since my last posting. With less than 3 weeks to go now till our trip I’m going to try and get into it more.
In the last few days I’ve seen the best and worst of public transport provision. Facebook friends may have seen that I chased the bus in my car to get Martyn onto it. That only works if you have immediate access to a car. A friend waited for buses for well over 2 hours, eventually accepting a lift from someone. Timetables are confusing. Buses don’t always come when they say they will, or they do come when you’re not expecting them. On our spur of the road you can’t be sure which direction the bus will be coming. If there’s a logic it’s not immediately obvious.
But today I got the train into Oban £3.70 with Highland railcard. Got there 11.30, got a few things done, had lunch with my mum, did a few more things, and got a bus back leaving 2.10 (£6.60), home 2.50. Not cheap but then neither would using the car have been cheap. I read on the train, enjoyed the view on the way back. Chatted to various people I knew both on the streets, and on train and bus. If public transport was always as easy and pleasant as that perhaps a lot more people would use it.
So why this photo? Not knowing his involvement, a bus driver told Martyn that he slows down and tells his passengers to look at this phone box. There are tomatoes and mint in it now and plans afoot for various artistic creations. If it brightens up the journey, and slows the bus on that little bit of road, that’s a bonus.
Last week we celebrated Martyn’s 60th on Iona – best weather of the week and a great time. Then Paul’s graduation in Glasgow on Friday. Proud parents (though wondering where the years have gone). And another good day, not counting the weather.
This week Strath, our older dog, had a huge op at short notice but is coping well and looks fetching in a Homeless World Cup tshirt which she’ll need if she seems inclined to scratch. The fashion item of choice for the right on dog.
And now I’m putting together a funeral for Friday, a wedding for Saturday, and the two services for Sunday.
Knit & Natter this afternoon. Home Care Provision meeting and Community Council tonight.
Life is nothing if not varied.
The realities that others face on a daily basis comes home to me when I consider the range of injections we face over the next few weeks. Yellow Fever, and 3 for Rabies, boosters for Typhoid and Hepatitis A. Plus malaria tablets which may cause hallucinations and need to be changed before we travel. I’ll need to remember to take that first tablet after Sunday morning, not before. I imagine hallucinating is bad enough without doing it from the pulpit! Mostly I’m grateful that we don’t face all these dangers in our own country. Although it’s easy to get complacent – Lymes disease and Legionnaires are two nasties in the news more often of late. So perhaps most of all I’m grateful for the medical facilities we have here and hope the day will come when people around the world can take for granted what we expect here.
Looking at my 1st post which I hadn’t given a title, I discovered it was coming up with the title “I’ve been thin…” Now I’ve been fortunate not to ever have given much thoughts to weight and size issues in my life and think such issues get too much attention so the title was definitely misleading. Actually how I’d started my post was “I’ve been thinking”. So now I know – give it a title, or beware! I changed the title to “Why blog?”
But perhaps “I’ve been thin” could lead to a post about being vegetarian, organic gardening and agriculture, local food, the politics of food, Mary’s Meals, Christian Aid … watch this space.