{"id":181,"date":"2011-02-25T19:52:49","date_gmt":"2011-02-25T19:52:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.DurhamFriendsMeeting.org\/?p=181"},"modified":"2017-12-05T19:57:44","modified_gmt":"2017-12-06T00:57:44","slug":"daphne-clement-introduces-herself-to-durham-meeting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.durhamfriendsmeeting.org\/?p=181","title":{"rendered":"Daphne Clement Introduces Herself to Durham Meeting"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.durhamfriendsmeeting.org\/?attachment_id=182\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-182\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-182\" src=\"https:\/\/www.durhamfriendsmeeting.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/02\/Daphne.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"136\" height=\"181\" \/><\/a>Asked for a biography for the December<br \/>\nDurham Friends Meeting Newsletter&#8230; I sat down<br \/>\nto write and found that the threads of my life (like<br \/>\nthe threads in the poem below) would not organize<br \/>\nthemselves in a linear fashion. To begin by telling<br \/>\nyou that I was born and raised in Denver, Colorado,<br \/>\nand thus no stranger to cold weather, simply was<br \/>\nnot enough of an introduction&#8230; and so, I begin with<br \/>\nthe poem:<\/p>\n<p>The Threads of Life&#8211;<br \/>\n\u201cOnly one end of the threads of life I hold in my hand.<br \/>\nThe threads go many ways, linking my life with other lives&#8230;<br \/>\nOne thread is my centering thread &#8211; it is my steadying thread &#8211;<br \/>\nGod\u2019s hand holds the other end.\u201d<br \/>\nHoward Thurman (The Motive) 1950<\/p>\n<p>These few lines of Howard Thurman\u2019s<br \/>\npoetry were the heart of a \u201cGoodbye\u201d card shared<br \/>\nwith loved ones and friends in Atlanta, Georgia as I<br \/>\ndeparted after living and working there for nine<br \/>\nyears. I record them here as I move to Maine both<br \/>\nfor continuity and in greeting.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ministry:<\/strong><br \/>\nA Hospice Chaplain in Atlanta, Georgia, I was most<br \/>\nrecently the Coordinator of Spiritual Care at<br \/>\nHospice Atlanta\u2019s 36 bed inpatient unit.<br \/>\nAccompanying dying people and their loved ones is<br \/>\nvery beautiful, deeply heart felt, soul satisfying<br \/>\nwork. Being with the dying led me back toward life<br \/>\nand taught me how to pray&#8230; really pray, not for any<br \/>\nparticular outcome but the kind of prayer that opens<br \/>\nto God\u2019s presence amongst us&#8230; amongst us all:<br \/>\nprayer with Methodists and Southern Baptists,<br \/>\ntogether with Jewish people and Muslims and with<br \/>\nfolks who have no religion at all.<br \/>\nFor many years the brevity of relationship in<br \/>\nHospice was made up for by the depth of<br \/>\nconnections made; but, in the last year or so I began<br \/>\nto imagine my ministry in a more enduring<br \/>\ncommunity, in a place to let my roots sink down, as<br \/>\nI could never seem to do in Atlanta, which is so<br \/>\n\u201cSouthern\u201d and so very hot!<\/p>\n<p><strong>Becoming a Friend:<\/strong><br \/>\nMy parents attended an Episcopalian Church<br \/>\nand as child I loved the beauty of that church and<br \/>\nwas confirmed there. But from the time I was old<br \/>\nenough to wonder about the theological basis of all<br \/>\nthose \u201ccreeds and written prayers\u201d&#8230; I longed for the<br \/>\nexperience that the early Christians must have<br \/>\nshared&#8230; wondering what it was that brought<br \/>\nChristianity to life for them. Even as a child I<br \/>\nimagined the experience must have been light<br \/>\nfilled. From my first experience of Friends<br \/>\nWorship I sensed the Light of the \u201ccontinuously<br \/>\nrenewed immediacy\u201d (Thomas Kelly) of God\u2019s<br \/>\npresence in Worship. As I continued to read and<br \/>\nstudy it became apparent to me that George Fox<br \/>\nwas really on to something&#8230; and that \u201csomething\u201d I<br \/>\nhad been seeking even as a child.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Parenting:<\/strong><br \/>\nMy first vocation and early career was single<br \/>\nparenting and the education of my three children:<br \/>\ntwo older boys (Steven &amp; Ryan) and one daughter<br \/>\n(Camille). The two youngest of my children both<br \/>\nreceived the benefit of Waldorf education and we<br \/>\nwere fortunate to be active members of that<br \/>\ncommunity. My two sons are parents now, and<br \/>\nwatching them parent reveals to me the worldchanging<br \/>\npotential of generations of healthy young<br \/>\npeople. My grandchildren make me feel hopeful,<br \/>\neven in the face of dispiriting social, political and<br \/>\neconomic trends.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Education:<\/strong><br \/>\nAs young adult I was influenced by the<br \/>\nsocial\/political movements of the 1960\u2018s, and lived<br \/>\nfor a time at the Lama Foundation near Taos\u2019 New<br \/>\nMexico. At Lama we honored and practiced many<br \/>\nof the great world religions. As I came to<br \/>\nunderstand the breadth of faith and practice I came<br \/>\nalso to appreciate the breadth of God that unites all<br \/>\nreligion. This period of spiritual experimentation<br \/>\n(practicing yoga, meditation &amp; prayer, as well as the<br \/>\nstudy of the Abrahamic traditions) was later to<br \/>\nbecome an invaluable part of my \u2018inter-faith\u2018<br \/>\nministry as a Hospice Chaplain.<br \/>\nWhile parenting, and managing a small fruit<br \/>\ncompany in Boulder, Colorado I simultaneously<br \/>\nworked on completing my education, finally<br \/>\nreceiving my first degree in the same year that my<br \/>\nsecond son graduated from Oberlin College.<br \/>\nTwo years later I enrolled at Starr King<br \/>\nSchool for the Ministry, the Unitarian Seminary in<br \/>\nBerkeley, California. It was while attending<br \/>\nseminary that I first read Thomas Kelly, Rufus<br \/>\nJones and other Friends and began to faithfully<br \/>\nattend Quaker Meeting.<br \/>\nWhile in Atlanta I completed a Doctor of<br \/>\nMinistry degree in Pastoral Counseling at Columbia<br \/>\nTheological Seminary in Decatur, Georgia.<br \/>\nLooking back, what I learned during those years of<br \/>\nstudy surprises me. I learned, or rather practiced<br \/>\nwhat Friends have long known and practiced: that<br \/>\nwhen we sit together in a worshipful way, hearts<br \/>\nopen, listening and attentive, we do not necessarily<br \/>\nhave to agree (intellectually, politically, religiously)<br \/>\nto find common ground&#8230; and upon that common<br \/>\nground&#8230; often, we find a new and unexpected \u201cway<br \/>\nforward\u201d toward the common good.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Asked for a biography for the December Durham Friends Meeting Newsletter&#8230; I sat down to write and found that the threads of my life (like the threads in the poem below) would not organize themselves in a linear fashion. 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