Monthly Archives: June, 2013

From: Williams, Christopher M. [mailto:] Good afternoon everyone, We are announcing our next round of CERT Basic Training. When: Thursday night July 11th from 6pm-9pm Location: Franklin County Emergency Management and Homeland Security Address: 5300 Strawberry Farms Blvd, Columbus, Ohio 43230 The CERT Basic Training continues for 9 Thursdays and will end Thursday September 5th. […]

Diverse Deaf Club of NJ www.ddcnj.org  click for events    DINGO Night ** Location Change & Time ** North Brunswick Senior Citizens Center 15 Linwood Place North Brunswick NJ http://goo.gl/maps/gVISv for Saturday, July 6 and August 3 only Door open: 6 pm     Dingo game at 7:30 pm Admission: $10 member   $12 non-member We will serve desserts […]

Yosemite National Park Publishes Five General Info Videos in ASL Yosemite has had a full-time sign language interpreter in the park every summer for 34 years, but you can get information in sign language before you come to the park too.  Yosemite Deaf Services just published five videos in ASL.  Each video addresses a commonly […]

SAVE THE DATES!! — T&V’s Summer of Signed Services starts June 29th & July 13th We’re thrilled to announce a pair of sign-language-interpreted Shabbat Services, and hope that you can join us! WHAT: A Service with full readings from the Torah and Haftorah (Prophets) WHEN: 10:00 AM — 12:30 PM on Saturday, June 29th WHERE: […]

NJRID BIENNIAL CONFERENCE June 28, 29 and 30, 2013 Held at:  The Sheraton Hotel 6 Industrial Way East Eatontown, New Jersey  07724     * * Registration deadline is THURSDAY, JUNE 20th! * * (There will be no onsite registration!)   Do not miss your opportunity to attend NJRID’s 2013 Biennial Conference and 40th Anniversary […]

Pennington Players Announce Unique Production Based on 2003 Deaf West Staging of Huck Finn Musical Adaptation   The Pennington Players are excited to announce upcoming auditions for the musical BIG RIVER, Roger Miller and William Hauptman’s Tony Award-winning adaptation of Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. This production will be based on the 2003 […]

Join the Actors and Production Team of Jade Films and Entertainment at a FUNdraising Event!   Come & do impromptu ASL Acting Monologues & win a prize for the best impromptu monologue!   Fundraiser in support of our film about a Deaf family and their daughter awaken from coma after learning she’s deaf.   SATURDAY, […]

“Deaf Health Talks” DHCC is a community partner of the NCDHR, working with RRCD’s R.E.A.P   Health Topic:     Preventive Health Presenter:          Mike McKee, MD, MPH Date:                   Thurs., June 27, 2013 Times:                7:00 – 8:30 pm Location:           Rochester Recreation Club for the Deaf 1564 Lyell Avenue, Rochester, NY 14606   Come and […]

Hi everyone, Rochester Deaf Awareness Week (RDAW) 2014, Committee is starting now.  Yup, we have more than a year to plan our events.  Rochester will continue it’s mission to educate the hearing community about our deaf and hard of hearing community. RDAW needs volunteers for the committee to success.  If you are interested, please join […]

CTV News An Ottawa-area woman who is both blind and deaf has launched a formal complaint against Air Canada after a difficult trip to Alberta last week that she says left her frightened and humiliated. Christine ‘Coco’ Roschaert is a 33-year-old motivational … See more…

Child’s Pose

Alone in a cabin in the mountains, I put the kettle on the stove. My husband left yesterday to return to the city, and I have a few days to myself before more relatives arrive. I want to take this time to better develop my “home” yoga practice.

After hot oatmeal, tea, and a refreshing shower, I’m ready. In the past, I would quickly find myself intimidated or overwhelmed at the thought of practicing yoga without a teacher and other students, but I recently read an article that put me at ease. It suggested starting with one pose – just one – and building from there.

One pose?

Well. In that case, Child’s Pose.

So that is what’s on my agenda as I walk over to the blue mat rolled out on the floor. It seems appropriate to “open” my practice, so I sit with my legs crossed and chant three Oms (can you believe it – no other voices to drown out mine).

Then I got on my hands and knees and folded back into Child’s Pose. I stayed in the active position instead of the passive position.

I’ve always loved this pose. A wonderful stretch. Also – and I’m not sure if the yoga experts would agree here – but to me it feels like a gratitude pose, bowing down and saying Thanks. Finally, it’s a relaxation pose – not just for the body, but for the mind.

I try to let go of my worries. I can hear the fire crackle in the woodstove behind me. I feel it’s warmth on my back. I sink into the Earth as the tops of my feet and the palms of my hands press into the ground. After a few minutes I lift my head. For awhile I turn around and gaze at the yellow flames through the woodstove’s glass door.

Not bad for my first day, I think. Tomorrow I’ll really shake things up with Child’s Pose and Tadasana. Š

Healing Waters

I sink into the water.

Outside, at the hot springs, the air is cool and river still. It smells like sulfur, but after a few minutes I don’t notice. I’m simply lost in the “healing waters.” That’s what they are called because supposedly the minerals in the hot springs help with a number of ailments. Personally, I enjoy the way the heat releases the tension in my body. I especially like soaking my feet – they cramp easily. I also like the heat around the middle of my body – a source of pain between a miscarriage, a surgery, and fertility frustrations over the past 12 months.

I lean back against the stone wall of the bath and watch.

There is a man standing under a waterfall. The water thuds against his back. What is he healing? Tight shoulders? Work stress? Or something deeper . . . the loss of a family member or friend?

In another pool there is a woman with her eyes closed. Maybe she is washing away the pain of divorce. Or abuse. Or a dog named Marley.

I don’t know. I’m just guessing. But when I start thinking about all the different types of “loss” people deal with, it’s clear we all need healing. One of the professors at the university I attended in Southern California just lost his house in the fires. One of my friends just gave birth, a joyful event . . . and a loss of personal time.

Loss of age . . . loss of a job . . . loss of a breast . . . loss of mental agility . . . loss of a city after a move . . . loss of a child who goes off to college . . . and on and on and on it goes.

I read a paragraph in a book the other day about the importance of taking time to heal. The author said that when we step back and heal ourselves we become aware of a world full of people in need. My time of retreat is coming to a close. I hope I don’t go back home and get too wrapped up in schedules and deadlines and the frustrations of city traffic. I hope I can heed the author’s advice and help heal the world in little personal ways. Š

Sunday Crowds

I don’t know what I was thinking. Hmm. I guess I was thinking that I had a few free hours, so why not sketch out a menu for the week and stock up with ingredients at the grocery store? Off I went – the Sunday afternoon of Labor Day weekend – and as soon as I walked in the door I realized my mistake.

What a zoo.

I tried to practice my yoga breaths as carts jammed the aisles and children blocked my path as they played handheld video games in front of the eggs while their parents taste-tested the artichoke dip. I tried to remember I had just come from church and I should be patient and kind and gentle and not cave into my mounting frustration. Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE!

Egad.

I do not do well in crowds.

The trick to grocery shopping (at least the one I go to in my town) is to hit the store early Monday morning. It’s empty and open and I can take my time reviewing my list and making sure I have everything I need for the week. When I had an office job with less flexible hours, I’d go to the store late at night. I’d have to step around boxes of fresh shipments, but it was better than being piled in an enclosed space with too many people. My goal is to get away from stores almost entirely – next season I’m signing up for a CSA subscription. And I’m continuing to explore year-round farmers’ markets (for some reason crowds don’t bother me as much when I’m outside) and buying local food through other direct methods. But I’m in transition, so for awhile I’ll be heading to the store at least once a week. On Monday mornings. Š

Holidays are Changing

I’m trying to talk my parents and in-laws into coming to our place for Thanksgiving.

Ever since leaving for college at age 18, I’ve traveled over the holidays.

My hubby and I are moving in early November, and we’ll hopefully be settled into our new place by Turkey Day. I’d hate to move in and then turn around and leave right away. Plus, it sounds fun to host the holidays. Of course, I’ve never cooked a Thanksgiving dinner before, but a minor detail, right? I can figure it out.

One year I asked my mom if she’d teach me to cook the turkey. I arrived at her house ready to tackle the bird and learn how to make stuffing. My grandmother was visiting too. The two of them have been taking on Thanksgiving together forever, and despite my good intentions, everyone fell into their normal roles that year. My brother helped mash the potatoes, my dad prepared to carve, I found myself setting the table, pouring the wine, and arranging the relish tray. My mom and grandmother had their own rhythm and didn’t need anyone – including me – butting in. Or maybe I simply got distracted watching whatever movies my brother had rented from the video store. Either way, I never learned how to bake a turkey. (Actually, bake or roast?)

This year will be different. My grandmother no longer travels. One of my brothers is married and will be away. I’ve pegged the local, sustainable farm where I plan to purchase Mr. Tom. (For any vegetarians, here are some recipes I stumbled across on GentleThanksgiving.org).

My parents jumped on the chance to come to my place for a change. I hope my in-laws do too.

Times are changing. Times are changing.

Part of me is nervous about altering the rhythm of our holiday, but I’m excited too.

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