Men, Women and Priesthood

  The current conflict among some members of my faith over the issue of the Priesthood continues to both puzzle and concern me.  As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, aka: the Mormons, I'm not totally surprised by this conflict, however.  People being who and what they are, make judgement calls, mistakes, and pass on erroneous traditions as "truth."  There are a lot of men and women out there who think that priesthood = dominance.  

That's an idea that's as old as the devil who authored it.  

The only daughter in a family with eight children, I've been surrounded by males from my earliest recollections.  Mom had 3 sons before I came along, and since she loved babies,
she continued to have babies, all of whom were boys.  

I'm convinced her 3 miscarriages were my sisters, who chickened out when they saw the odds:  

 One of the things I LOVE about this photo is how it clearly illustrates the dynamics of my upbringing.  Taken at Mom's funeral, it's the only photo of its kind.
Despite our differences and distances in time, geography, personalities and life circumstances,
we all sat together, united in love, when our mother died.  

In this, I see a culmination of miracles.  

These men, whom I viewed primarily as "the opposition" in my youth, 

are now my friends, greatest helpers and sources of support.

 None of my brothers are mean, vindictive or hurtful.
I can't relate to so-called reality shows where families treat each other with contempt,
despite divorce and some pretty hefty problems we continue to address and surmount.  

Gatherings, like this one, at Tom and Marji's, are normal occurrences.  Why?  

I submit this is a direct manifestation of the Priesthood in action.
While we continue to struggle and try to figure out how to interact with one another,
truths which Mom introduced decades ago, are at the root of every positive reality we share today.

The LDS church is one of the few organizations that is structured around the assumption that women do not need to be ordained to the Priesthood of God, because they are already partner with Him as co-creators.  The Priesthood is within women and grows with us, as we grow.
The level to which we progress and exercise that right is up to us, 

just as it is with men who are ordained.  

Somehow, that point gets missed by those crying out for more.  

The power of women is acknowledged on every level of LDS doctrine.  

And just what is Priesthood?  It is synonymous with "service."  

What did Jesus Christ, the Source of the Priesthood, do through out His life?  

He spent all of His time serving.  

Women have this capacity built in physically, emotionally, psychologically and mentally.  

Balance is the purpose for ordaining men to the Priesthood.   

The first time my son served the Sacrament to me he was 12.
As I watched him walk up, carrying the bread for me to partake,
I saw the curve of a circle...all my life was spent in 

serving my son and at that moment he was learning to serve me.  

The 2 years he spent serving a full time mission, just as his father and I had before him, 

furthered his understanding of losing himself to serve others.  His service in the Priesthood, along with  his on-going close relationship with a mom who understands it,
along with Godly men and women around him,  have helped prepare my son 

to serve and sustain a strong, independent woman as his best friend and wife. 

Together, they will help each other be "all that they can be."  

As a couple, they will prepare to create an intact, complete family unit, with loving, service-oriented, 

and unique individuals who call them mommy and daddy.  Who stays home to have the honor of being first place in molding those amazing young souls, is usually the one 

who carried that person inside her body. 

I FEEL SORRY FOR PEOPLE, male or female, who don't understand what a fantastic thing that is!!!  Sure, it's hard.  What worthwhile thing isn't?  Men can't do it.  Only women can.  The opportunity to shape a soul, to transfer beliefs, knowledge and intelligence, is not greater in any other human relationship or dynamic.  As I said earlier, being raised with so many boys, in an isolated and, well, slightly dysfunctional family, I felt like a mistake.  The gospel wasn't in my home growing up.  My father was confused about who he was and I've encountered more than my share of men who don't "get it."  Who had the strength to try to fix what was broken in our family?  Mom.  She was never aware of just how strong she really was and never fully understood the rights of the Priesthood, but
how many of the leaders in our faith were raised by their mothers alone?
The power a woman doesn't begin or end with babies and children.
It is everywhere; and it's only limited by the mind and heart of the woman.

 I can testify from first hand experience, going it alone is not the ideal.  It's exhausting.  Like my mother, but with far fewer children, I've had to carry both sides of what is supposed to be shared.  

I am astounded by women who want this weight.  

How to word this clearly?  For women to demand what men are offered in Priesthood ordination 

is to insist on carrying all the weight of all that needs to be done, alone.  

It's illogical and self-destructive, because,the truth is, 

if there's a lopsidedness to the balance of power on this planet, 

it's already on the side of women, if they'll just see it.

Utah, As the Jet Lag Clears

My sister-in-law, Marji and nephew, Peter, are eating grilled salmon and shrimp with spinach salad.  I'm eating CAKE.  It's left over from my nephew Sam's wife, Kara's baby shower last Saturday.  Yum!

Another niece, Maegan, brought her darling 2 month old baby, Alyssa, along from Colorado, and 

she was the unofficial mascot for the event.  Kara's adorably pregnant, Maegan's a loving new mommy, Alyssa cooed and smiled and wriggled, filling the house with new family life.
They've gone back to their respective homes in Texas and Colorado,
but what a warm and welcoming celebration for my first week back.  

Tom's wife, Maji, is an artist with lace.  She hand weaves the most amazingly delicate creations, including this lace hankie, which is turned into a bonnet for the baby and then will be returned to it's original form when she grows older.  It's exquisite and to
watch her create these things looks overwhelmingly difficult!

Oh, and family members very much included pet doggies and kitties
(this is Harley and Dakota), who make me eager
to get back into my home and adopt a pet myself.

Now, back to why I'm eating cake.  Well, first of all, it's here, what other reason need there be?  But, this is desert.  Jordan and I tried out a new restaurant today.  

It's called The Wild Grape & we're going to use it for the small, family luncheon 

following Jordan and Karli's wedding.  Their food is fantastic!  They fries are covered in truffle oil and

this turkey panini is the best I've ever had, and as for Jordan's burger....mmmmmmm.

I picked it first of all, however, for the sake of ambiance.  With exposed brick inside, it has  

the rustic, early colonial American feel Karli and Jordan are going for.  Love it.

Real grape vines cover an arbor outside.  I don't think I've ever eaten 

with actual grapes hanging above me!  I asked if we could be seated outside, well, because of those grape vines shading fresh white table clothes.  Lovely setting.  Delicious food.  

We had the cheese & fruit plate appetizer which complemented the entrees perfectly.

After a few days of jet lag, I resumed the morning walks and found this gorgeous walk behind Tom and Marji's house in Spanish Fork.  

I'm so glad there are so many awe inspiring sights wherever we go!  Yesterday I drove a couple hours North to Logan, to check in on my friends and renters there.  They've lived in that townhome for 6 years and we're both happy we know each other and have this arrangement.  

I drove home as the sun was setting.

As if that wasn't enough inspiration to accompany me on the long drive home,

 the moon decided to make an appearance as I merged onto south bound interstate 15.  Had to pull over and try to capture the moment, rather than wreck the car staring at it.

There's plenty of things to worry about, as Jordan continues to wait for one of the jobs he's applied for to materialize, as do I.  Karli's transitioning through semesters, along with juggling housing issues, demands of work and career goals, while planning for a wedding at the same time 

haven't been entirely trouble free.  While neither they nor I are perfect, and we grapple with the uncertainties of today and tomorrow, she and Jordan handle things with style and grace, 

which, quite frankly, helps me adjust to this roller-coaster of change as well.

  They're amazing and life is grand (except when it's not--:-)).

Flying Out Tomorrow

Ok, so I posted a photo of Mr. Lee and Kelly on Sunday, now meet the others.  

Here's Olivia Teacher with one of her classes--2nd graders.  Elly, the only girl in this class, is front and center.  That girl's going places.  Anyway, Olivia is all things feminine, pink, lovely and Hello Kitty.  She teaches with creativity and discipline--a fantastic teacher and wonderful friend.  

I told her I loved her perfume and she and Tasha teacher got it for me!

  Tasha teacher might be the kindest person I know.  She's just SO NICE!  I've watched her since she came to JC Academy and what an amazing teacher she's becoming!  She's still nice, but she knows how to "explain" what matters to teenaged boys. ;-)  

Jack teacher deals with the most difficult students in the school.  He calls his students "evil creatures from hell," but all of them joke around with and tease him too!  He's the one we rely on to fix anything that breaks, run errands, and basically be a brother to everyone here.  The Yente in me seriously wants to find him a wife, because he'd take good care of her!  It's true, Jack, you would! HehHehHeh!  

Here he is mock yelling for the camera (these are some of my best students)!

Anna is still relatively new to JC Academy, but we went together to see the 

Cherry Blossoms in the Spring.  She's an idealist, devoted, and very pretty. 

All the middle school girls (&, I'm sure, the boys do too.  They just don't tell ME) 

agree and want to look like her.

Now meet Amanda.  That's her real name.  She's from South Africa and I've no doubt the students will be thrilled with her.  Only 32 and very cute, she taught in Jinju for a year before joining us here to replace me.  She just flew in Sunday and started teaching today.  This photo does not do her justice, sorry, as I took it in my apartment at the end of Monday after she spent the day observing 

and meeting the students. Those are my suitcases.  Took her on a ridiculously long walk today, to show her favorite spots and then SHE had to teach and I took a nap.  :-(  OOPS.

She moves into this apartment after I leave tomorrow. 

Mr. Lee is taking us all out for bulgogi in a little bit, so I need to get going.  Leave here tomorrow around 10 am w/Mr. Lee and Kelly driving me to Busan airport.  20 or so hours later, it'll still be Wednesday and I expect to see my son waiting for me.  I'm going to let the trespasser in my house keep hiding from the police, and head over to Tom & Marji's house in Spanish Fork.  Hoping another brother, Mark is on the mend--something went amuck.  They thought it was a stroke, but now they're
not sure exactly what it is.  In the hospital right now.  

Tomorrow I "wake up" from Oz.  Like Dorothy, good and bad will be waiting, along with a family that I love!  Unlike Dorothy, I have chocolate bars, gifts and notes like this (unedited) 

to remind me where I've been.  

I love Julie too...and...Don't be surprised if I keep weaving Korea into my future blogs.  

Took too many photos, made too many memories not to!

That's it for now, from Sacheon, South Korea.  

I'm packing my camera and my next blog will be from Utah.

Final Days in Oz

Mr. Lee presented me with the most gorgeous, small jewelry box this week as a farewell gift.  I gasped like a little girl.  Since my photos won't do it justice,
I want to publicly thank him.  

This is Mr. Lee holding the gift, along with Kelly, 

the head teacher and most devoted administrative assistant on the planet.

Ok, since I cannot upload videos to my blog, consider checking out the singing of my church leader posted on Facebook.  Branch Pres. Lee Jin Man sang to me and repeated the performance when I asked him to, while his wife did some crazy dance off to the side!!  I couldn't get a repeat of that, but I did get a bit of the delightful argument which ensued between her and her husband!  

You can check out Lee Jin Man's song here (cut/paste in browser):

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10201440353067197&saved

 Seriously, I wish I could post videos on my blog!  There must be a way.  Besides the song and dance, Pak Tae Won and He Bom did a piano/recorder duet of
"I Need Thee Every Hour"

and I got some fun little clips through out the week.  

But today was fantastic and here's the farewell dinner after Church--FUN & YUM. 

I've been fighting tears all week, with roller-coaster emotions of frustrating highs and lows.  

Too tired to do this blog.  Oh, and we have a welcome addition to our area--2 sister missionaries!  

We visited for about 2 hours, I adore them already.  They'll be here 

to help and watch over people I care about!

It's been SUCH A WEEK, too important to ignore, so here goes just a few cameos.

Kim Soon Ii and her son are a couple of my favorite people.  She owns the orchard I've helped in a few times and told me she has this dream, similar to my own, of spending a year at a time in many different countries and then come home for a year between each international experience.  I LOVE this woman; and her son is one of the most promising young men, other than my own, I know.  

That's a major connection between Kim Soon Ii and I--we have these great sons.

Speaking of whom, had a nice long video chat w/Jordan concerning his engagement trip and party in Seattle, and the coming plans for his and Karli's September 28th wedding.  This photo's one of my favorites--Karli has such a fantastic smile!  Looks like Jordan agrees in this photo, 

don't you think?  I can't wait to spend more time with you, Karli!

However, my own house in Midvale is still "haunted" and, well, there's that.  I find myself looking around and thinking, I have a decent job here and a nice, cozy apartment--why am I leaving again?  Then I look at my son and Karli photos, remember all the things I need/want to do 

and remember why I'm parting with kids like these--for now. 

Choke down tears and buy them ice cream.  Here's "Nicholas"--wish I could adopt him!

The ice cream runs became the proverbial snowball rolling out-of-control, 

because once I started (and it began w/a group of middle school boys I don't even like--just wanted to end on a slightly sweeter note), I couldn't very well stop! 

 I just lowered the spending limit to about 4-500 won (40 cents or so).  

No complaints--it's HOT outside!

Morning walks have been long because I can't get enough photos, free saunas, or soak in enough beauty.  I've even recorded some of my songs with this scenery, just for fun.  Out of breath, the vocals aren't so hot, but the views are! Got up early enough to see this sunrise on Saturday.  We're in something of a drought here, mid-90 temps, but something like 110 % humidity.  

Whatever it is, it outstrips the humidity I'm familiar with in Maryland.

But, oh how gorgeous it all is!!

From awe inspiring silhouettes to lush greenery and flowers, I wish I could 

share the sounds and scents of what accompanies me on these walks.

Farmers arise early because of the heat and go to work on laundry.

They lay out harvested crops to dry, water fields and spray for bugs--

I have to wave away swarms of mosquitos during part of the walk.

I can't figure out what these are.  But I see them growing, being cut down, and drying everywhere.

Nor can I figure out what this is--it looks like a peeled big, white radish?

Ok, that's it for now.  I'm hoping to squeeze in one more blog of my fellow teachers, replacement teacher, etc., before I fly out on Wednesday.  Jordan will be picking me up, and then I'll stay w/my wonderful brother, Tom, and his equally delightful wife, 

Marji, for a bit while we sort through and seek resolution to chaos.
Nothing feels real right now....

Packing up and so forth...

Ok, the weather here, I have to make a note of it.  Every day there's a possibility of rain in the forecast.   But, instead of rain, the air is so wet that my clothes won't dry when I hang them outside after a sweaty morning walk.  So, I turn a fan on them to encourage the process to reach completion.  When it actually rains, I think the air's drier--relieved to let go.    

It's Sunday now and I awoke from a nap to the sound of thunder and rainfall.  Ahhhhh, it's glorious! Monsoon season may have finally broken though whatever's kept it trapped in the air.  Hope so, for the sake of the river, crops and rice fields. 

 

HA!  It's true!  I checked my laundry hanging outside on the balcony--it's DRY.  

We're concluding summer break, here in Korea, and 

I've been off from teaching for 3 days and had time to prepare to leave.  How do I feel about it?  Honestly, rarely have my feelings been so torn.  I'll miss so many and so much here, but I keep promising myself I'll be back and mean it.  Further, my son's wedding, the disastrous situation that my current renter's creating, and several other things that need attending to, fill me w/a sense of longing and urgency to get back, which crowds in on the peace of finishing up my time here.  But the walks help with that.  When walking or teaching, I can really immerse myself "in the moment."  

My friend, Don, took this photo of these unusual berries for me.  

They look like some sort of craft store beads!

I've spent a lot of my time sorting and packing, 

cleaning the floor of my classroom and repainting part of the walls, compiling a list for my additions to Jordan and Karli's wedding invitations (I'm amazed at how many addresses I do not have), 

and hanging out with some friends.  

Went to the beach with Bharati and Don on Wednesday, towards the end of the day.  

I've not been here before, and the sand on my bare feet felt lovely.   We walked, watched the kids, families, tiny crabs and crossed this awesome footbridge.  Bharati and Don have a bit vacation time ahead of them, and they're spending it in Malaysia!  Wow!  

They're both delightful and I intend to keep in contact!

With her oldest son getting married in less than 2 weeks, my friend, Sherry Anderson, is going to the states for a couple of months.  She leaves tomorrow morning and I'll miss her.  

She surprised me with these 2 adorable, tiny teacups.  

She's my regular walking partner and 1st counselor in our little Relief Society organization. 

I've grown accustomed to talking about anything and everything with her...thank heavens for email!  The last time I left a foreign country I'd fallen in love with, there was no such thing.  

We went to Sacheon's nearby open market and 

ate a bunch of deep-fried shrimp, octopus, mandu and pajeon.

I remember discovering this food on an internet search when I was considering working in Korea.  I thought they looked delicious then and I wasn't disappointed!  Super spicy, the ones in the market.  Yum.  This is something I intend to practice making when I get back, but 

I'm going to try to add in some whole-wheat flour.

Last night was pizza and hang out with a couple of young brothers, Lee Gyum Jin and the local missionaries.  There were 5 pizzas for 6 of us, with no leftovers.  Ugh!  No, Carol, I'm not in the best shape ever, but the long walks help!  Anyway, Elder Massimini (I believe I've got that right?  It's an Italian name), is new to the area, plays the guitar and will fit right in!  

My contribution was a dinosaur puzzle and plastic frogs.  Both brothers loved 'em! :-)

I keep reminding myself that fascinating, funny and heart-warming kids and people are everywhere.  I believe and know that to be true.  But how I'll miss some of them here in Korea!!!

Am I having Fun?

Sacheon is Beautiful!

This photo was taken from a different area than where I walk alone.  Sherry Anderson and I generally walk together 3 times a week and I was with her for this photo.  If you have a sense of direction (which I don't), you can tell which mountain we were hiking, by where the pagoda appears in this shot.   Lacking that ability, I could show you from here, but can't explain...
I doubt that either of us cares, so I'll move on.  Thanks to Sherry I get in a different walk 3 times a week, from where I generally go on my solo, riverside route.  Despite the fact that we both get worn out and sweat pints of water (I prefer to think of it as a free sauna!),  all of the walks are beautiful and immensely satisfying.  A dozen-plus tries couldn't fully capture this lily pond, stocked with koi, little rock statues and a dragon which appears to weave in and out of the rocks at
Su Yang (or Sansung--I've heard it called by both names) Park.

When I'm with Sherry, we talk about anything and everything because neither of us is a judgmental listener, and neither of us speaks Korean!
So, we talk about our families, life in Korea, politics, beliefs, vexations, worries...
and see amazing stuff every day.
She's great, and I end up walking with her longer than either of us intended,
because, not only the scenery's awesome, but the company's delightful.

While walking solo this morning, however, I wondered if I've forgotten how to "have fun," after reading a post looking for the such this weekend.  Everyone seems to want to go someplace else, as often as possible.  What's wrong--why don't I?  A comment by my teen-aged son, from over a decade ago, remains etched in my memory too: "Mom, you don't have any yellow, do you?"  If you're familiar with the color-coded personality scheme (which, like all pop-psychology and labeling techniques, irritates the heck out of me), you know that "yellow," loosely translated, represents the ability to play and have fun.  Some middle-school Korean boys would absolutely agree w/my lack of "yellow" (if they knew enough English to concur--HA!).  As soon as he said it, I understood why and felt sick.
Yet, in my 20's before I became a divorced mom,
most people would've thought "yellow" was my primary color!
But, as a free-lance muralist, I painted anywhere from 8 to16 hours a day, took care of the house & everyone else, along with my son's needs & making sure he got to have a normal, fun life,
church activities and commitments...there simply was no "play time" left over.
We started changing that, by eating out, going to movies and shopping together.
Still, I wonder...

This morning, like every morning, breathing in included the aromatic presence of dense foliage and vegetation competing for appreciation from vast rice fields, persimmons, sesame, peppers, garlic, onions, soy beans, wild flowers, surrounding forests and wild riverside growth.  As a child in rural Maryland, I wished I could somehow open up my chest to inhale and take all of it in.  It's like that here.  Birds of innumerable varieties, cicadas, dragonflies, frogs, crickets, beetles, miniature goats, chickens and roosters, just to recognize a few of the musicians, serenade every moment of each walk.  Farmers smile, nod and continue to wash in the canals, plant or harvest crops, or lay out peppers to dry.  Regular, early morning walkers and cyclists are my brief companions.  We
exchanging a smile and nod, "hi" or "annyeonghaseyo," as we pass.
And as for what I see...There's no way to record it all with a camera,
especially as the combination of sounds, aromas, and sensations
are part of the visuals, creating a symphonic, immersive experience.
Most of that's lost in a 2 dimensional photo, or even a short video clip.   But I try.

   So, what is play and who defines fun?  I look around and, for the more part, it seems like most people are oblivious to the feast which is theirs for the breathing in, hearing and seeing. Considering the oft repeated adage of "get a life," I wonder who out there decides what constitutes a "life" worth having?  The late nights and sleeping in, which filled the years of my 20's, are pretty hazy now.
What was I doing?  Who was I with?  Some of the friends I hung out with then, remain close friends.  But I've forgotten most of the guys I dated, parties, dances, and
various activities which defined "life" at the time.

"Julia" and "Betty" have attended this academy since I started teaching a year ago, and I won't forget them, along with the crazy, critical obsession Korean girls have over their perfect hair!
These two have transitioned from elementary to middle school since I arrived
and watching them "grow" is definitely fun!

"Luke" is the gentle, insightful type, but he's the star of his class.  An only boy usually feels overwhelmed when there's 4 girls who share the class with him.  Not so here.
Whatever Korean comments Luke makes, they keep the otherwise shy, girls in stitches.  One of my girls is doing great now that she's in this class, when she'd had a very hard time saying anything when she began and it's largely due to Luke.  He's sincerely invested in learning, fascinated by everything and has a huge heart, as is illustrated by how he carried out an assignment,
which embarrasses and/or irritates most young male students.
Look what he wrote, especially the last sentence.
The "......" he inserted implies multiple thoughts he doesn't know how to express yet.

Luke's not THE most gifted, but he's one of the most balanced.  One of the reasons I hate labels is because of how constrictive, false and lopsided they tend to be.  For instance, one of my students, "Eric," is so shy I can barely hear anything he says in speaking class and he avoids speaking until he has to.  However, his homework consistently shows a depth of understanding and ability to read and write in English which outstrips any other student's mechanical comprehension.  Another student, "Antony," has a best friend, "Nicholas" (I've mentioned the latter before) who's one of the brightest and best students in the entire school.  However, the other day, during a memorization assignment, Antony started singing his words, irritating Nicholas, who complained to me, apparently expecting support in silencing his friend.  Nicholas knows he's a favorite of mine, but I not only had no problem w/Antony's singing, I was intrigued to note the little guy has quite a natural singing ability!
He took courage from the support, and has been producing better work since.
Other students find their first voice in art, like this "Julie," who loves to draw:

Since none of her fellow students tease her shyness in this class and I've no problem with her added attention to the drawing portion of class time, she chatters like a happy bird now and wrote one of the most grammatically correct notes I've read for my birthday!
Below, "Grace," on the left, suits her nickname.  "Katy" is an absolute dear, so driven and full of life.  I wish I could hang around with her 24/7 to remind her that she's so far more
than just "ok," and not to worry!

"Stella" is a pint-sized tornado waiting to take on anyone who crosses her.  She has an infectious laugh, plays any sport as well or better than the boys and, like an Arizona storm,
is ready to punch out or scowl down whoever crosses her.
She's chose this pink balloon for her birthday.

The three of them are good friends and I adore them--as well as the boys who drive them (and me sometimes) crazy.

...Boys like "Elliot" and "Eddie."

You don't get wackier than these 2.  On the right, Eddie's a good-hearted, party animal.  But his buddy, Elliot (looking at the camera) is a creative genius when he chooses to be, and happily, for now, he's decided that being moody and difficult is less fun than racing plastic frogs and
using English to write and speak his ideas.

This is a "frog race" in action.  Th class had done well enough on the class work to warrant a game in  between speaking aloud.  Yippy!  Luna and Kate remind me of a pair of cartoon characters, with or without game playing to inspire them.  Luna is tall, rather quiet and very slim (she's the one projecting the frog forward).  Kate, cheering her on, is short, slightly chubby and gregariously cheerful 100% of the time!  I love so many of my students (too many to list),
and can't think about leaving them w/o tearing up.

They're crazy and fun, moody, unpredictable, vexing, infuriating, breathtaking,
thoughtful, inspired, inspiring, heart-warming and heart-breaking, extraordinary and amazing.
Everyday is filled with a combo of long, gorgeous walks, the noise of these fascinating kids, and
the time I take to sing, draw and write,
as well as email friends, visit a few others, cook, clean and do laundry.
If that's not having fun and living, what is?