An Author's Scratchwork
I’ve been trying to practice mindfulness and meditation in an attempt to be more present in the moment and bring some order to my scattered thoughts. My mind wanders a lot, so I find it useful to pick something to focus on. Sometimes it’s a sound, sometimes it’s my breath, and sometimes it’s a scripture. […]
Avoid The Exit Ramps — Like An Anchor
I’m going to go out on a limb here and offer an observation. You’re welcome to swing it back over the net and volley it around. I’ll walk away and let you chew on the little birdie. 🏸
Introversion is seen as a problem by many people as a personality “quirk” that is less than ideal. If you’re not a card carrying member of the fabulous trifecta F’s of American society (see: football-family-and forever fiestas), you might get the coveted ‘weirdo’ sticker plastered onto your forehead. This sticker doesn’t come off in the shower, but one can fix their bangs around it quite stylishly. Sassy…
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This little cowgirl is starting to volunteer at a local Deaf resource center. I have a high goal (as we INTJs do) to become fluent in American Sign Language (ASL). I took a year of ASL classes in college and continued learning through online resources. Today, I took a giant step and started interacting with the local Deaf community. I volunteered to assist with an Easter celebration and watched Deaf and Hard of Hearing (HOH) children run happily amok. Some Children of Deaf Adults (CODAs) attended, along with hearing parents and siblings. I was in bliss as we dyed eggs, held egg relays, saw eggs crack, tossed eggs, decorated eggs and hunted for eggs. I definitely learned the sign for eggs. ASL is like magic to me–I’m transfixed by it always. It’s a beautiful language.
Then a deaf woman began signing to me. We had a brief conversation and I understood most of it, enough to get the jist. Joy and rapture— I was learning! I was contributing to society and children hunted eggs happily around me, safe and secure. Then the sweet woman asked me a question: “Would you interpret for me and ask a question about that baby?”
I think I may have peed a little.
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