Seeker, there is no path. The path is formed by walking.....Antonio Machado.....
Hello All: My name is Judith. I'm 63 years old. I was diagnosed T2 Feb 1, 2007--about the same time I discovered the DOC. My path has been: dancer--choreographer & teacher--costume designer--writer for theater--poet--textile artist--jewelry maker--50 years since donning that first pair of tights. Also gardener and stray-cat-haven-provider and mom of a son still born at 8 months (1972) and an amazingly Alive daughter (1973) and mom-in-law of her equally amazing partner and gramma of their endlessly delightful 3 year old and astonishingly I guess in this day and age quite profoundly coupled with the same soulmate since 1979. Whew! Also Aunt of two Very Most Precious and Brilliant and Loving nieces!
I grew up in Minnesota & value all I learned coming of age in a place where Mother Nature tries to kill you at least once a year (as Garrison Keiller says); joined my beloved sister and her dance company in Portland in 1976 where I was only going to stay for 2 years and here I still am. I have an equally beloved big brother in Santa Cruz where I like to visit a couple times a year. My 87 year old mother is a fragile-now "tough old broad" of Swedish heritage. I was close to my dad who died in 1989, probably of diabetes complications though it wasn't talked about.
I was diagnosed last winter while still sorting out emotionally just what it meant to have my female core removed surgically, including all the wild hormonal swings that go with surgically-induced menopause. An emotionally messy time I have been in and it continues, I'm afraid.
I am having trouble melding the rigidities of diabetes control with my creative process which is an equally demanding and unruly mistress. I call my glucose meter The Leech. Just last week I ripped it out of its case, threw it against the wall and then in the garbage. Such a tough little sucker, though. It's back online and ruling my life as before. I do appreciate that for many of us it is a miraculous technology, but for me it is still new and intrusive and it galls me--especially as a dancer who has lived deeply in her body since age 7-- to have a nasty little machine telling me what to do with my life.
I wish you all well!.....
Wolves mate for life. When they come of age to form a new pack, they become lone wolves until they find a potential mate. Part of their behavior at this point is called Parallel Walking.
I think of it as "hi-do-you-think-we-might-get-along-for-a-long-time-and-make-our-own-community?" Remember, they are not from the same family. Perhaps even from far-flung territories. I first read of this behavior in a beautiful book of essays about the natural world by the Native American…Continue
REAFFIRM YOUR INTENTION
Fortunately, when we break the commitment to take care of one another, it’s easy to mend. We start by acknowledging that we broke it, that we hardened our heart and closed our mind, that we shut someone out. And then we can retake our vow. On the spot—or as a daily practice—we can reaffirm our intention to keep the door open to all sentient beings for the rest of our life. That’s the training of the spiritual warrior, the training of cultivating courage and…Continue
So. Forty years living with the aches and pains and joint-oriented surgeries of any professional dancer. From my first knee surgery at 16 (1966) through pulls and strains, several more knee surgeries, but always back to performing until 1996 and fibromyalgia. Bruised bones (seriously yucky!). But guess what? I had a good run for my "money" as they say. From performer and teacher to company founder and artistic director, and producer of young up and coming artists (perhaps the most…Continue
So. How’s it going? How was your day?
Honey, I’m home.
Busy. Busy. Busybusybusy. Oh Yah.
No time. Borrowed time. Time to go.
Yet the time has come.
And what a time!
Time to eat.
Time to sleep.
Time to pray.
Time to clean that gun…..
But time’s up.
So. What did you do today?
Had yourself a busy day?
Had yourself a fast day.