Changing our environment

My husband's niece wrote a book. It is about her great-grandmother. My friend Sylvia has a relative who wrote "Along the Snake." My good friend Kitty wrote a bok. Check it out. It is "Dancing with Mao and Miguel." I heard part of it. It is great. Eric Robeson's book is fabulous. I had no idea he was so literary and literate. I am mesmerized by the book. Changing my mindset is what I am working on. Walking with a wider stride, thinking of birthing new life (metaphorically) and just practicing exercises that Ron Frank gave me. Sometimes, there has to be a shiva or break so change can happen, and so people can "wake up." Koraling Lynne

one size fits all

When I was buying a hat at Land's End in the 1980's, the hat was too large. I have a smaller than normal circumference of the head, and therefore it was too big. When we pick people for positions by the numbers and score them, we are missing the communication piece, the verbal piece, the interaction piece. This is wrong. I am not a number. I am a feeling, thinking, intuitive, intelligent, intellectual, analytical, and loving person. I am intense, passionate, and I don't give up easily. I remember a line from a poem I wrote as a young adult: "I am a ball of silent, frightened anger." Anyway, we'll see what happens. Koraling Lynne

musings

It  has been a couple of months of change,, reflection, and all sorts of changes. Right now, I'm listening to surfing sounds of water. I have been involved with a 30-day meditation. We are making changes to our house, and paid for a new patio door and window (the worst one). I get tired of waiting for the next shoe to drop. Last Saturday, the interface GWConnect that interfaces with skype stopped working and no matter how many times I download it, it will not restore itself and now music is water sounds and relaxing music and thunderstorm. I am tired of stifling, control, rigidity, and one size fits all and numbers instead of uniqueness. I'm really tired of being angry and upset a lot. I asked Ron to deal with the anger and all that, because I am so tired of feeling the way I do physically, emotionally, mentally, financially, etc. dragged out and torn asunder. I can't understand why Skype is still speaking in Arabic, why the disabled writers' group is being bounced, why e-mails of five of us at a women's circle were never gotten in touch with for the functional relationships ongoing group support (FROGS). It's ridiculous. Never have things been so difficult to manage, and people are not getting in touch with me. I am so disgusted and worn out sometimes. Yet, I look into coaching others and helping them, and seem to understand others. I had a great time at the convention by myself with the roommates who drank too much, and found that that was a way to cope with whatever, or cope with unhappiness, and the program sessions for Blind Information Technology Specialists were good also. The Women and Enlightenment was out of this world, and fabulous. I just want to be myself. "Hope Springs" was a great movie. Woody Guthrie was celebrated on the 100th anniversary of his birth. I have been using the treadmill and bike some and walking to Lydia's house but crossing is difficult because the curbs are curved and one cannot square off. Nevertheless, I'm determined to learn the bus, and I walk with the angelic strut that we learned about at the workshop in Portland in July. I want love and I want to give love. I become so disappointed in people. My confidence is good, and I think that is a problem for people. koraling Lynne

blind people

Blind people are more detailed, must ask questions, and are more observant, and cannot just relax. It's like being in a stressful situation all the time, because going out is a new adventure or expedititon all the time for us. I can relate to that, as we are ignored or thought of as throw-aways, and not capable or competent. Koraling Lynne

Okay, I visited North dakota for the first time. I met interesting people. A Menenite couple from Iowa, one a third-grade teacher and one a neonatal nurse. Babies are being saved at half a pound. The Menenites are one of three peace churches--Quakers, Church of the Brethren and the Menenites. I spent time with Dimas also, who is my son. It was great to have time with him. I found a friend who did not have a working number. Onlly two people even called on my birthday. I have trouble writing in here. I do my best, but Google has really messed up blogging. I asked people about how they found clients, and how they charged. I am seriously working on market research and price points for koralinggenius.com, and frogs.info. I am now certified as a mentor after the training May 30, 2012. Lynne cheerleader for life

May flowers

I don't know who Anonymous is, but I'll clear out the cache or get someone to do it, as I don't want all this spam on my blog, please? On May 16, we had an earthquake. I am going to a mentoring workshop. I still want to be cheerleader for life. Nothing is imposssible, impossible just takes longer. Jennifer Armstrong said her moth-in-law said so. She got married in Maine to her chiropractor wife as a lesbian. I don't know why people are threatened by gayy people. They don't hurt them. Anyway, I like that saying. I stubbed my toe badly the third time in five years. I have a stuy on my eye and that was Thursday. They don't feel better yet. My toe is really hurting, and my eye feels slightly better. I spoke to a wonderful life coach yesterday, and really resonated with her. I stubbed the toe on Wednesday. Okay, I'll stop for now. cheerleader for life Lynne coach, mentor, coach and the mentoring class is on Wednesday at the VA.

May madness

Well, May has flown by. I've been transcribing, and just hanging in there. Cheerleader for Life is still active in my mind. There is so much to say. I told a new young driver for the paratransit that volunteering helps people feel good, and that it can be used on a resume. We had a meeting with our condo people, and I am trying to dialog as best as I can. I really want to do my spiritual work. I did walk once, but then fear gripped me as I for the first time walked with my cane alone a route and only crossed the street once, and fell on my right knee which is sore. Isolation and all that is sI have to cope with. Something I recongize in myself and others.