News from Florida

Wisdom consists partly in not pretending anymore, in discarding artifice. . . Showing off is part of ambition; but now that we are old, let us have the confidence to speak simply.
-Julian Barnes

Florida has a kind of smell, a pungent, "alive smell" of things that are always growing. It is the smell of a greenhouse. I have spent the past week in the Florida greenhouse with some 35 other retired or about to retire Episcopalians, considering what our future holds. Thanks to the forethought of the Church, most of us have adequate means to live in comfort. But we are looking at meaning. What will it mean to be among the elders of our Church and society? It would seem that the answer to that question might be quite simple. It is not. It turns out that playing an important role as a maintainer of the social/cultural fabric involves questions that face all retirees, questions of health and finances. But further, we have delved into questions of spirit and of continuing use of gifts we have developed over the years we have spent encouraging Christian congregations to grown and nourish their participants.

The substructure that supports those who have finished their gainful employment is rooted in Spirit. What sort of person am I called to become by the God who draws us into newness? How might the gifts I have used (and overused) over the past decades be translated into something helpful, even needed by those around me? In other words, "Where does my desire meet the world's needs?"

The answers are not in any one sized fits all format. The require a good deal of patient waiting, a clear sense of self and an ability to recognize in a chance encounter, an emerging vocation. One is reminded that the educated mind is not simply the one who can read and write, but one that can entertain a new idea, discern a new possibility and face limitation with humor and serenity.

A lot of what we are doing is letting go. We are loosening our grip on a role we each have worn for most of our adult life. We are finding that some of the abilities we have developed are no longer used or useful. We are preparing for life increasingly dependent on hope.

I was reminded that from God's standpoint nothing is ever lost. That may have been the most important learning of the entire 8 days. The smell of Florida is not the smell of rotting of decay. It is a greenhouse of a place, where plantings can come to fruit and to flower. Retirement may appear to be being put out to pasture. I can see that it might mean a glorious harvest. Thank God.