Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Yoga and Christianity, they don't mix?

I was quite flabbergasted after I read the article “Yoga can be dangerous to Christians’ faith” says Louisville’s Southern Baptist Seminary President Albert Mohler, on his blog, http://www.albertmohler.com/2010/09/20/the-subtle-body-should-christians-practice-yoga/ I want to respectfully discuss his concern about Yoga and its ‘effects’ on Christianity.

“ Syman describes yoga as a varied practice, but she makes clear that yoga cannot be fully extricated from its spiritual roots in Hinduism and Buddhism. She is also straightforward in explaining the role of sexual energy in virtually all forms of yoga and of ritualized sex in some yoga traditions” Mohler was quoted in his blog. He then stressed on how he was concerned about how yoga practices include physical and spiritual exercises, in the goal to connect with the Divine as well as wellness. He responded, “Believers are called to meditate upon the Word of God — an external Word that comes to us by divine revelation — not to meditate by means of incomprehensible syllables.”

Now I have to wonder about that….. After all… praying, meditation and connecting with the Divine can be richly varied in Christianity as well as Buddhism, Islam, Hindu, Paganism, and other religions that could fill up more pages than I could, but you get my meaning. Shall we see what I mean by that?

In process of praying-meditation…. Candles are used in yoga to help focus and become aware of the divine, and so do many religions.


Woman lighting candles at a church in Tbilis, Georgia


Jewish woman says the blessing upon lighting the sabbath candles (2)


A Muslim woman lights a candle at a shrine dedicated to the prophet Elijah (3)

Praying to get closer to the Divine, as Yoga encourages becoming aware of Divine in both physical and spiritual.


Kenyans praying (4)


Christian woman praying (5)


Muslim man praying (6)


A Kneeling Hindu Balinese Woman Prays and Gives Offerings at Sunset (7)


Pagan praying (8)



Meditating on problems/concerns. Yoga does that, to help clear the mind and process the problem… and we seek answers from the Divine, as well, don't we?


Christian meditating (9)


Woman of Sikh (10)

Tools that contribute to meditation/praying…..


Walking the Labyrinth in Chartres Cathedral (11)


Woman meditating- origins of labyrinths come out with 4000 years, from lands such as Egyptian, Indian, Native American, Greek and Northern Europe. (12)


Rosary beads in a Catholic Christian‘s hands- in which types of beads are used by Christians and Muslims (13)


A monk holds prayer beads in McLeod Ganj, India. (14)


Prayers Stones (15)







Scents to help us think of the Divine, as well as at yoga- after all, didn’t Jesus receive frankincense as a gift for one example?


Incense- which can be found in churches, as well as in temples and locations of prayers and residences. (16)


Praying to the Buddha (17)







We can’t go without music in prayer…and yoga


Harp music in church (18)


Signing with Deaf and Deaf/Blind in both preaching and singing in silence (19)


Drumming with shamans (20)


Choir of Southern Baptist Church Praise and Worship Center (21)

Now…. With all that we had seen, how can yoga NOT be a tool for Christians to get closer to the Divine? Meditation can be so different for each of us, but we share the common goal- to get intimate with the Divine in many names that we follow. We also can use meditation for mindfulness, wellness, holistic health and exercise.

After all, I confess to meditating while vaccuming and I do consider feeling closer to Her after the house is clean.





Resources


(1) http://kevinkoski.com/Hobbies%20and%20Interests/Bicycle%20Touring/rtw/photos.html

(2) http://religion.info/english/articles/article_470.shtml
(3) http://www.daylife.com/photo/0eoWf779ETeJg

(4) http://www.thedisplacedafrican.com/2008/01/steps-to-end-the-suffering-and-violence-in-kenya/
(5) www.joyfullyliving.blogspot.com
(6) http://islamiclearningmaterials.com/islam-prayer/
(7) http://www.digitalhit.com/posters/p/4901480
(8) http://witchywonderland.blogspot.com/2010/05/pagan-prayer.html
(9) http://www.spiritrax.com/subcategory.php?id=13
(10) http://www.sikhnet.com/news/naam-japo-meditation-prayer-and-its-purpose
(11) http://yourworldreligions.blogspot.com/2007/06/prayer-of-heart-christian-meditation.html
(12) http://naradashaktisolutions.wordpress.com/2010/05/19/labyrinths-the-upside-of-walking-around-in-circles/
(13) http://www.freshmeditation.com/blog/easy-step-meditation/rosary-meditation/
(14) http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/destinations/asia/india/739176/India-holy-cows-and-fine-shrines.html
(15) http://prayerfullife.com/2010/05/principle4/
(16) http://stjev.org/prayer-and-a-pint
(17) http://www.thaiworldview.com/bouddha/ceremo15.htm
(18) http://transfigurations.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html
(19) http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/chronicle/6406132.html
(20) http://www.dreamingshaman.com/ongoing_events.htm
(21) http://www.1800gospel.com/2008/10/gospel-music-news-how-sweet-the-sound/

Monday, September 20, 2010

Mirror, Mirror, who are you?


Throughout childhood to young adulthood, I had to struggle with self blame and self loathe. Any success I experienced, I doubt that it was really me; it was because the teacher, the judge, the group felt sorry for me. I tended to stay to the wall, to stay invisible and to avoid eye contact- why? To survive.
No matter how many A's I could get through schools, no matter how much recognition through fund-raisers and awareness of causes I raised, no matter how often I could meet the expectations, even beyond the unrealistic expectations, I was always considered a failure. I BELIEVED I was a failure.
It was through the fourth therapist, I was asked, "WHO are you, really?" No one had really asked me that before. I couldn't answer that. No, I was TERRIFIED to find out the truth.
I looked at the face in the mirror and wondered, "who is she?" I didn't want to say "me" because after all if I dared to say "me" or "I", I'd end up skinned raw by the scalding venom of her. It was always her, ALWAYS her, it's her clothes, her style, her opinions, her perspectives, her personality, HER. No such as Julie- it was just a clone of HER. To dare thinking different, I felt I was betraying her.
It took me a long time, almost twenty years before I realized- I didn't know who I was, if anyone asked me, I mimicked HER views, never mine since I didn't have any opinions. I then knew that to save any part of myself, I had to escape. I did so, putting a thousand and more miles between us. I felt like a newborn baby- scared witless in the new world; I wanted so badly to return back to her.
I forced myself to stay where I was. I explored with baby steps, such as going to a department store by myself and picking out a pair of sneakers was a tremendous step for me at age of 26! I had to sample a variety of food before I would realize that I like BBQ ribs so much and I dislike busset sprouts- at age of 27. How little people could imagine on how personality can develop from tasting food and trying on clothes in the beginning!
With more learning I gathered, more I realized how much I had missed; I didn't get to jump on the bed, I didn't play dress-up; I didn't have the chance to climb a tree. I never had a healthy childhood. I had to take care of her; to make her happy, I had to predict her moods and take care of her needs even before she thought of them. I ignored my own needs to take care of her need for attention and demands. Due to trying to please her, I was a people pleaser. I could not say no to anything, even to unreasonable queries. I would offer to do errands for people out of my way, just to get them to like me. I experienced a burn out, and I realized as I recovered.. No one was there for me It was a cruel awakening! At encouragement, I read "How to say no without feeling guilty" and walk the walk. I practiced saying "no" and not to experience "did I just SCREW myself up? They are angry at me! Have to do it to keep everything fine!" The world didn't end as I thought it would.
I started to be very angry, I felt she OWES me for so many things I had missed out, about thinking about herself, not me, even at age of six, ten and sixteen. I became bitter. I started to tear into people, pouring venom on people, and manipulating them; finding their weaknesses and using to get them to do what I wanted them to. A friend went, "Why are you becoming like her??!" That rattled my soul! I didn't want to be her, I wanted to be ME.
It took another ten years before I discovered myself, ironically after the hit and run where I had to learn to feed myself, to dress myself, to sit down on the toilet and to write again. I started to see the child within me, and I realized I did not want to lose her again.
After years of re-discovery, challenges, pushing beyond my own limits and dangers, I know who I am, and you know what....I like who I am, and I am not like her at all. I find joy in seeing simple things, giving of love without expecting something back, laughing and crying without worrying about being caught, and being myself. I like wolves. I love to walk labyrinths. I enjoy reading comic books. I prefer baggy jeans and sandals, barefoot if I can! I find joy in radical feminism and being outspoken about HIV/AIDS education for Deaf. I let tears fall due to natural disasters and New Orleans without being ashamed. I am me.
And her? She is my mother, I love her, but I do not have to be like her, I do not owe her anything. I AM WHO I AM.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Canvas Labyrinth

I had applied for a mini-grant in a goal to get a canvas labyrinth. Why a canvas labyrinth? It is mobile. I can take it out and unwrap it to have it available for clients or staff. I can bring it to workshops and presentations at conferences to show the benefits of using labyrinths for both therapeutic usage and de-stressing. When it is not needed, I can fold it and put it in a bin to put away 'til it's needed. I don't have to worry about finances in building a permanent labyrinth, or of figuring where to set up a temporary labyrinth. Don't get me wrong- I enjoyed doing that chalk labyrinth! It is just that they can't expect me to up and make one when someone needs it! The cement'd need to be cleaned, ropes and measurement tapes'd be needed to set up, and hour of back-bending labor- it can be exhausting!
Now I had found out that I had been approved to get a canvas labyrinth- so I'm SO thrilled, beyond imagination!!! It is like it is destiny of mine to introduce the labyrinth's poetic beauty and serene environment. I'm so excited to order the labyrinth! This is what I plan to order from The Labyrinth Company.



I'll do a labyrinth presentation at SERID this fall, as well as at the Deafestival in Kentucky. ::dancing around:::

Friday, June 04, 2010

Chalk labyrinth at where I work!

It had rained last night and the cement was damp at the Behavioral Health playground. That did not stop Jeremy K. and me from creating the chalk labyrinth we had planned for 3 weeks. The goal of making the labyrinth was to provide a therapeutic tool for the clients to explore to see whether it would benefit them. Staff and co-workers weren’t forgotten- they can use the labyrinth as well, for relaxation/de-stressing.


What is the word, “labyrinth?” According to the dictionary, labyrinths are places constructed with intricate passageways. The obvious difference between labyrinths and mazes is that mazes have dead ends and confusing passages, while one enters the labyrinth in one entrance and leave in the very same doorway. By walking the maze, one might experience confusion, frustration and anxiety, trouble trusting the surroundings, and the ultimate goal is to “Get out of this environment.” With the labyrinth, it is a safe environment, awakening the right side of the brain which leads to self exploration, finding the quiet in the mind, problem-solving and at least but important, meditation and relaxation skills.

Labyrinths had been used for children with ADHD, grief/loss groups, survivors of domestic violence and sexual assault, corporate teams for brainstorming, college students before final exams, recovering addicts from substance abuse, families with someone in the hospice/nursing homes, and individuals struggling with terminal diseases.


Labyrinths can be created with anything. Ropes, painting, grass, wildflowers, bricks, stones and spotlights have been used. Labyrinths can be permanent (stones or grass), or can be temporary (spotlights and chalk). One can even have a mobile labyrinth by using a canvas and bring it to workshops, clients at other locations when it is not possible for the clients to come to a permanent location. With all this knowledge I have, I decided that we will create a labyrinth at work. Using chalk to create the labyrinth is decided due to reasons: a) temporary on the basketball court, b) can be washed away by rain and c) cheaper to do than using other kind of materials.

We started with measuring the starting points, then starting with a rope in making circles for the labyrinth with the chalk. Upon completion of lines, we filled in with thicker chalk marks, to make it easier for people to walk the path. Having the variety of chalk makes it more fun for us as well! The creation of the labyrinth was bigger than we expected. I first estimated it to take 3-4 hours to complete, but with Jeremy working with me, we completed it in an hour and half!


I introduced some clients to the labyrinth during the week. One client who was struggling with domestic violence walked the labyrinth, and held a rock saying “love”. She hoped for an answer to whether her husband can learn to love her. After the walk, she said, “when walking, I was thinking about the abuse; I got to the center (of the labyrinth), I realized something: I need to learn to love myself; without that, how can I learn to love healthily?” A client with impulsive/anger issues had thought walking the labyrinth “silly” when he saw it, but chose to walk it to “see how it’d work.” While he was walking, I observed he was walking fast toward the center, and then he started to slow down. When he started to walk back- he walked much slower, very much like an older man. He was not ready to talk about the walk. He agreed to think about what he had experienced and see me next week. I saw him yesterday; he displayed a clear-eyed calmness and he was ready to talk. He said he could not help but recalls obstacles he experienced through his hard life, and turning corners on the labyrinth reminded him of those. When thinking he was about to get close to the center, he found himself on the longer path instead. He then realized, “When I look for short-cuts, I fall into holes. I have to take the long way, to learn and help myself.”
I’m not saying that the labyrinths are a cure-all, or that it is good for everyone. It won’t work with people with severe psychosis or major depression. What is the purpose of a labyrinth, then? A meditative tool. A safe place to pray and to ‘slow down.’ A physical walk to slow the over-thinking and increase listening mindfully. A client-therapist connection; the therapist to be the guardian at the gate where the client walks in and explore herself. A path that leads you to where you subconsciously need to be at that time, peace within yourself and perhaps something that you are ready to hear or not.

Sandtray and labyrinths

I like to say that labyrinths can be created with anything.
On the other hand, sand tray is a wonderful therapuetic tool to express one's story without verbalizing anything.
This is an example

decorated with a variety of stuff- marbles, glass, hearts, shamrocks, rocks, etc.








and there's another one...more simpler

This world is screwed when it comes to religion and sex.

"Priest molested 200 boys in Wisconsin" "Irish Priest was not charged for molestions reported by victims" "Church apologizes but not take action in preventing future molestions." So many articles throughout the recent years.
Mind you, I am not writing to attack the church. I am questioning on how this could happen.

Let's look at the education system. Despite the criminal records, referrals, background checks and policies set up to protect students, there are teachers still arrested for inappropriate touching, sextexting, having sex with students. The latest report is of a middle school teacher arrested for molesting a student in a closet, according to this article on June 2, 2010: http://www.nj.com/news/index.ssf/2010/06/former_denville_teacher_admits.html.

Now, let's eye the Correctional system. We all know that there is a rate of criminals in jails: rapists, child molestors, guys who take pictures of naked children in sexual poses and sell pictures, or in the worst case, children. What is disturbing is that police has to ensure that there is no loophole for the lawyers defending the predators to avoid going to jail. Even if they end up in the jail for, let's say, 20-25 years, so many could get out with "good behavior" or agreeing to be monitored with an electronic ankle bracelet tracking his movements. (And I do wonder, how much are monitors paid for doing that?) Sex Offender Registration with cities\counties\state is good, but that still is a question mark on whether it really works. After all, recall Chelsea of California, recently, who was killed by a registered sex offender. (http://www.livesecure.org/san-diego-teen-chelsea-king-murdered-registered-sex-offender-held-for-her-death-update/)

And unfortunately, we see too many monsters that hadn't been in jail or even in psychiatric hospitals, like that Garrido who had kidnapped a young girl and kept her as a sex slave over fifteen years, who gave birth to two daughters (and forbid the thought on whether THEY experienced sex abuse too). And not even police could get away with "protect and serve;" after all a Scarmento Sheriff's deputy was recently arrested for kidnapping and molesting a 13 years old girl, on March 2, 2010. (http://auburnjournal.com/detail/143638.html)

Not even Europe or other counties are spared. Too many girls, women and babies are raped in some areas of Africa, being the claim that taking a virgin is a cure for HIV\AIDS. Let's not forget the Austrian father, Fritzl had hidden his own daughter in a basement and fathering several children on her for 24 years.

We TRY to keep track of sex offenders; we take action to make sure, at LEAST to prevent molestors from doing it again, although it is not fool-proof. Education and prevention is especially important in protecting children and adults alike- not even seniors are spared the terror of rape and sexual abuse. An excellent example: a parent or two reports to a school about a PE teacher touching male students under 13 years old, and taking them out in his car, the school and\or parents takes action and report to the police who then comes arresting the teacher and taking him\her to court (jail is potential, among with fines, losing teaching licensure, put on probation and sex offender registration.) THEN the school and parents work on getting crisis counseling for students, providing psycho-educational workshops for fellow parents and teaching kids how to protect themselves. Furthermore, the school strengthens their policies and procedures to ensure that it won't happen; being more strict with background checks, monitoring teachers and students, and systematically review teachers and staff that work at schools (bus-drivers, nurses, principals, janitors, etc). The city where the school is based in, then reviews their own laws and see how they'd reduce the risks for potential harm in the future; perhaps increasing decrees for molestors such as jail for life, death penalty (Louisiana wanted to do that) or banning absolutely from all schools. The bottom line is: the school and city TAKES *responsibility* of ensuring the children's safety and PUT on themselves the responsibility to prevent potential harm of children.

Now, what does it have to do with the Church and the molesting priests? Nothing, really. Well, but for one thing. A powerful religious organization tries to sweep it under the rug, and refuse to deflock priests that have a history of molestion but for very FEW individuals?. Do you know that only 3% get deflocked? The church apologizes, ask us to pray and forgive them, and hope that it'd not happen again. Very, very few takes action in preventation. That's the difference.
As according to this article, they are getting away, so far. (http://abovethelaw.com/2010/05/u-s-government-weighs-in-on-vatican-sex-abuse-siding-with-the-vatican/)

Monday, March 22, 2010

Animals using the labyrinth, what has come to the world?

Walking the labyrinth is a wonderful tool for a variety of purposes; healing, letting go, de-stressing, forgiving, meditating, creating and transforming, and discovering the relationship between humanity and the universe. Throughout years I had walked many labyrinths, either by myself or with groups at many locations. District of Columbia, Colorado, California, Hawaii, Great Britain, Maryland, Canada, and Utah are a few examples. However, I never had walked the labyrinth with animals before.

What could one mean by walking the labyrinth with animals? Good question. I had not even heard about it until I started reading “The Way of Labyrinth: A Powerful Meditation for Everyday Life” by Helen Curry. This statement caught my attention,


Horses have been observed walking a labyrinth on their own when one is left in the field.”

That intrigued me. Could labyrinths be used by animals? I know that there is not much differences between us and animals, and that I feel what may be of good to us may be beneficial for the animals. I did more search for labyrinths and animals, and I found this newsletter printed by ‘The Spirit of Veriditas: Voices from the Labyrinth’, Spring 2009, focusing on animals and labyrinths.

The Founder of Veriditas, Lauren Artress reported being told by a women group in New Jersey of an experience with a deer. What happened is that they had a priest telling a myth of Diana (Roman Goddess of the hunt and wildlife) When they were preparing to create a labyrinth, they heard unusual noise in another area of the church. They went investigating and lo! They found a scared deer, that had wandered into the church and then walked across the wet painting of the labyrinth, leaving behind hooves printed upon the labyrinth. The women encouraged the deer to leave, and they decided to leave the footprints alone, to remind themselves, “things come to what we focus upon.”

There are articles about dogs and cats using the labyrinth, as well as photos of dogs, horses and birds walking the labyrinths.


Jonathan Rudinger, founder of Permassage training for canine bodywork, located in Ohio, observed as he encouraged owners to walk the labyrinths with their dogs,

“This labyrinth is very different. It celebrates two entities and two parts of our personality just like the two drops of water merging. Walking this pattern is about working together as one partnership.”

I wanted to experience that firsthand. Lola, the almost 1 years old Peke-pom mix was my first choice, since she is hyper. I figured it would be good for her to learn how to slow down with me. I took her to the labyrinth at Louisville Presbyterian Seminary today. She was very restless at the start of the labyrinth, that I picked her up and carried her all through the labyrinth- she was tense at the beginning. I observed that I felt she was heavy, and I realized- I’m learning a lesson myself…I had seen her as a burden, to clean up after and to discipline. I had lost the sight of what Lola was meant to be, a puppy, and that she is young; that it is not her ‘job’ to mess up my life. I chose to see it that way, and I acknowledged my wrong. As I carried her, I smelled her fur, hugged her and observed what she observed in my arms, the squirrel looking for nuts, a robin under the bushes and the swaying daffodils nearby. At the center, she was relaxed and I felt more lightened in spirit.


I chose to see her as a dog to be loved and eager to learn, not a human being in fur to scold or teach properly. She is a ripple in my life and that is what we need of each other; to love and accept.

She was ready to walk the labyrinth with me, and after a few encouragements and pets, she walked the labyrinth for the first time- she walked close and slowed down. At every corner to be turned, I’d bend down and scratch her head, “good girl!” It was cool to see Lola explore the labyrinth, the new spring flowers, the moss growing over the bricks; and to see the grace of us both walking the labyrinth.

Lola walked the path and I look forward to walk the labyrinth often with her!

Monday, November 09, 2009

Unleashing the Labyrinth


Disney World. Why would I bring up Disney World, writing about my experiences with the labyrinth? Have you ever read Mark Twain’s book about Tom Sawyer, where he and his sweetheart got lost looking for an exit out of the caves that felt like a maze? Disney World had those types of caves on the Finn Huck Island beside the steamboat and the log roller coaster. I remember when I was twelve, I was darting through those caves with dimmed lights. At a dare by a friend, I entered the dark cave (with no lights), so I had to feel walls of the stony tunnel, hoping to find a way out. Out of the dark, someone grabbed and scratched at my ankle; in panic, I ran and bam! Slammed my face onto the cave wall. Someone used a cigarette lighter to see what was going on. In the distance I saw the exit and ran out. I remember looking down at my ankle and found it bleeding from scratches. A friend’s parent saw me, waving at me, smiling but the smile disappeared. She came quicker and took out a tissue to wipe at my nose; it turned out I had a nosebleed from slamming my face. I remember thinking that the ugly hands grabbed at me in the dark and because of that, I could not trust the darkness anymore after that experience. That included the darkness within me.


Now, it has been many years since when I was lost in the caves. I am a practicing shaman for almost twelve years. I have also been working and studying human services/mental health counseling. As a studying shaman, I feel more closer to two counseling theories, which is Existential (in which focuses on freedom of choice, responsibility, awareness of death, connection, finding meaning in life, and living experience) and Mind-body counseling (becoming aware of our own body’s messages, connecting our spirit/emotions/bodies), which can be applied to many aspects of shamanism in which is attunement of body, spirit and mind, which then is connected to nature. I found myself attracted to walking labyrinths for years without understanding my fascination. I remember my excitement when I would find several labyrinths in and out of London, as well as in Colorado, California, Maryland, New York, Hawaii, Pennsylvania and Utah. It helped that some wise elders encouraged me to look into using labyrinths as self-care and a de-stressor. Ironically, I found that walking the labyrinth is a walking meditation! When I would try to meditate in one place, I couldn’t do it. I discovered that when I walked labyrinths, I could go inside myself; and discover hidden aspects of me through exploring the fears and learn how to work with myself.


I went to Gallaudet University for an interview with Dr. Jeffrey Lewis for graduate school the week of homecoming 2005. The night after, I was a victim of a hit & run in Washington, DC. I had been left behind with two broken legs, torn leg tendons, a broken neck vertebra and a torn neck artery. While in the hospital for weeks, I had experienced a vivid dream while sleeping. In that dream, I was walking a labyrinth made of glowing bricks on the streets of Duport Circle, and more I walked, I was escorted by someone unseen with gentle touches upon my arms. Once I got to the center, I looked down and realized I was in space, looking down at Earth. The planet was beautiful. I got the feeling that it was time for me to return, and I did so- I woke up much re-energized. The doctors were surprised when I learned to walk again in March, when they felt I would walk again by summer (though with wheelchair, motorized scooter, the crutches and then cane.)


Despite doctors’ asking me to slow down, I returned to school full-time. I was more determined to finish the last year of undergraduate school and go on to graduate school. Now, if you don’t know what the Denver campus look like, let me explain- we have three campuses in one area- Community College of Denver, Metropolitan State College of Denver and the University of Colorado in Denver. It is quite a huge campus for an able person, even more for one relying on a wheelchair, crutches or cane! Being deaf was challenging, even with having interpreters and access to education. With leg injuries, I became invisible. It was like everyone went ‘blind’ pretending that they didn’t see me as I struggled in my wheelchair uphill to a class or fought to open a door while using the crutches. I was at eye-level with people relying on wheelchairs or crutches (CP, paralysis, or other physical disabilities) and it greatly humbled me; I was honored to learn their world, and I discovered they are more human than able people, with such compassion and understanding. With that knowledge, I was fervently determined to ensure that people, who have right to education, to communication, and to being treated as human beings, are HEARD. I learned from the school of tough knocks and from academics, and I did finish with a B.S degree in Human Services, concentrating in mental health.


I had gotten accepted into the mental health counseling graduate program at Gallaudet University in the fall of 2007, and I was excited! I felt a passion within my heart to continue my studies in mental health, but I still had questions: How can I include labyrinths in therapy? Is it possible to use labyrinths as a therapy technique? Can Deaf people consider labyrinths as a viable asset in helping themselves?


In the orientation to mental health course, Ms. Kendra Smith handed out several old American Counseling Association newspapers, encouraging us to take one for each of us. I saw one handout was on Hurricane Katrina and mental health (everyone who knows me, know I have a great interest in natural disasters and effects on mental health), so I chose that. That night, I opened it to read, and on the sixth page, I was astonished to find an article on using labyrinths as an alternative counseling technique. That finally answered my questions on whether labyrinths can be used in counseling! This discovery encouraged me to pursue the inspiration of using the labyrinth as an alternative technique. To add, my professors encouraged me profoundly to consider using the labyrinth as a tool in counseling once they found out about my interest.



I knew how to use the labyrinth, since I have done labyrinth walks for years but I wasn’t sure how to use it FOR OTHERS. I decided to look into whether there are trainings or workshops. I found that Veriditas, the Worldwide Labyrinth Project, provides trainings, which are called Labyrinth Facilitating. You could not imagine my excitement! I contacted the staff at the project to find out that the trainings were very expensive, nothing to cough at! I was discouraged since I knew I couldn’t afford the training. I talked with Dr. Jeffrey Lewis, the director for the mental health counseling graduate program, and he persuaded me to take the training since there was a grant that can help finance the training. After all, it would enrich my learning and benefit the Deaf community in the long run. After dealing with several obstacles for almost a year and attending internship in KY, I finally got accepted for Labyrinth facilitating training in Boulder, Colorado back in March, 2009. Only one last obstacle was finding interpreters! Due to the organization being a non-profit, they could not afford ASL interpreters, especially with the training located at the church. My VR counselor removed that obstacle, knowing as well as Dr. Lewis, that it will be a valuable tool for me and the Deaf community; we got interpreters arranged for the three-days of intensive training! Nevertheless, it did make me wonder how hard it is for Deaf individuals to get interpreters for non-profit trainings.


The trainings were both reflective and stimulating. The teachers learned from me about the Deaf community, the norms and how to socialize with Deaf community, for either communication or providing labyrinth trainings/presentations. I learned how to use the labyrinth in its variety of textiles (visual and physical) and interacting with people, individually and in groups. I learned that it is very different walking the labyrinth singularly (much focusing on oneself and finding peace within) and in groups (being aware of other people, overlapping the path, and becoming aware of the world within ourselves.)


Interpreters and I taught the teachers and fellow students, indirectly as the students discovered even if I may “sign short”, ASL means more, and that takes interpreters longer to talk (imagine me signing, and then waiting for the interpreter to catch up and finish!) It was a challenge to include interpreters in the physical area of the labyrinth training- some interpreters walked the labyrinth in the beginning. In the end after efforts and errors, we all figured when I was walking the labyrinth- the interpreters were to stay silent and stay out of the labyrinth, so I can focus on the activity fully among the fellow students. I became closer with the teacher, Jo Ann Mast, and Lauren Artress, the founder of the Worldwide Labyrinth Project. We brainstormed on how the labyrinth could enhance Deaf people who may be interested, including deaf-blind. We also discussed about using other ways to enrich the experience with colors, candles, drumming and/or crystal toning bowls since I realized I couldn’t hear the harp that was used for one labyrinth walk, or the bells that were shaken at another walk.


I was saddened that I wouldn’t work with the Jo Ann Mast, the Labyrinth teacher anymore, but I also knew she will be there by email if I need- she has a big heart and she showed it all through the trainings! They told me that I was the first deaf person to take the training; I felt both thrilled and overwhelmed by that fact! I was thrilled to know that I have been given the opportunity to be a representative of the Deaf community to the organization. I was scared that I could screw it up for the Deaf community, and that I was biting off more than I could handle!



One thing I learned during the training stuck in my mind and I use it often for many other things; “There is no right or wrong way to use the labyrinth” and I interpreted it personally for myself, “I follow my gut; whatever decisions I make, it’s right for me, even if it leads to a disaster- I learn from it.” That can apply to everyone, using the labyrinth, and in their lives. After the trainings, we received a small gift, which was a coin-sized labyrinth in one could put in the pocket. I touch it often for inner strength and support.


I needed to do three presentations so I can become certified as a Veriditas labyrinth facilitator. I returned to my internship, thinking “I need to introduce the labyrinth to the Deaf community, but where to start?” I swear Dr. Lewis read my mind because after discussing with him about my training, he asked me to give a presentation on using the labyrinth as an alternative technique and self-care to first year mental health graduate students at Gallaudet a few days before my graduation. I was bowled over by the opportunity, to do my first presentation at the Gallaudet where all my interest in labyrinths had grown in leaps during my graduate studies! Sure enough, I gave a PowerPoint on labyrinth walking and working with clients, as well as for students/professionals for self-care and de-stressing. I ended the presentation with the students walking the labyrinth at a church near Chinatown. The students reported enjoying the walk profoundly- finding it both peacefully and thought-provoking. Some were still “thinking” after the activity at lunch, which is not surprising, since labyrinth walks can cause catharsis and thinking for a long while on what is going on in their lives. I encouraged journaling and using the labyrinth for the second year students, especially with them attending graduate school. Some students report to me that they have walked some labyrinths several times after the presentation, and that is exactly what I wanted to hear; the deaf individuals finding the labyrinth a visual meditation and relaxation for themselves, enriching their lives and becoming better counselors for Deaf for when they graduate. Currently, I’m working on finding two more opportunities to provide labyrinth presentations for certification.


Now I’m a mental health therapist in KY, working with deaf and hard-of-hearing community from individual counseling to providing workshops. I keep on introducing the labyrinth to Deaf people much as I can, and my path that had been introduced to me in both trauma and growth, is continuing with passion and determination. I no longer fear the darkness within me, because I learned that for some people like me, labyrinths can lead to the dark and introduce me to hidden strengths and answers that I was not ready back then, but now I welcome. I learned how to use the darkness in me as a line to walk to a spiritual and mental balance within me. I believe that using the labyrinth is walking a line between sound and silence, in which one learn to quiet the noisy thinking and to heed the silence within oneself, to find the potential and the soul ‘s music that had been neglected for a long time.
To conclude , when one is determined to walk his path, even with obstacles, the reward in the long run will be enriching, not in monetary nor in number of friends, but in self-growth and teaching. I could not help but find the irony within us. There is a body piece within us all; there is a labyrinth within us all! It is the labyrinth, one part of our ears- the inner ear, made of hearing and balance components. We could walk the outside labyrinth in meditation with our feet, and we already have inner labyrinths within our ears. We learn how to balance ourselves, juggling the job, the family, the finances and social life, and our ears help keep us balanced. How fitting is the Deaf community walking a variety of paths, yet all comes together of a path of humanity, inside and outside?

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Volunteering from Deaf hearts: Deaf, We are One and Many.

"Ask not what your Deaf Community can do for you; ask what you can do for your Deaf Community."


Reading the request of Mishka Zena's about what one have done for the Deaf community, I was thinking, 'that's a splendid idea! To show how much we have done for the community, instead of pulling each other down." I had thought long and hard, and I did not want to sound I was bragging or to put the spotlight on each individual. What I would like to do is to show individuals, not just me, doing much for the community.


1) When the hurricane Katrina hit, many of us, I'm sure, had been wondering how the New Orleans Deaf community were doing and if they were all right. The Baton Rogue school for the deaf had promptly opened their rooms for families with and without children. Local interpreters of Texas and Louisiana fought to put out awareness of what the deaf community had gone through, especially with lack of communication. I still vividly remember when someone had sent out a false list of who had died- I contacted the correct contact working with Red Cross to find out and gave out the proper list of who had survived and where they had ended up at. Gallaudet had fought in convincing the Red Cross that the deaf community needed mental health help. The university finally got the permission to send mental health counselors, social workers and child psychologists who can sign. I alerted the Colorado Deaf community (and others who had forwarded the request list to other friends out of state) about donations of necessities to deaf survivors who had lost everything, such as dishes, books, TTYs, children clothes, children toys, sheets, kitchen needs, and so on, in which so many had donated, including from a school program with deaf students donating books, a NJ family sending a TTY, a CA individual sending a check, several interpreters with kitchen needs, a comic book store donating comics for children. And all those individuals I listed, had volunteered, and did it from their hearts and belief in the Deaf community.

2) Many of us have done volunteer advocates for deaf programs dealing with domestic violence. Several of us had known the risks of meeting survivors, knowing there was a chance of encountering the abuser or seeing things that we couldn't easily forget. We worked with survivors on developing self esteem and motivation to escape the chains of physical, verbal, sexual and/or emotional abuse. To protect the safety of deaf survivors and the volunteer advocates, one could not identify the deaf volunteers, but one cannot deny that the volunteers did all that with determination and perseverance with the belief that the Deaf women and children have the right to be safe as well as the hearing community.

3) Due to limited access and/or limited funds, much of the Deaf community had not gotten appropriate information to HIV/AIDS and STDS (sexually transmitted diseases). In past, there had been several programs working with the Deaf community- unfortunately either due to mistreatment of finances or the assumption that "others" can help out, programs had closed down. There are so few, several on both coasts and one or two in the Midwest- that's not enough, not even close. As an unpaid volunteer, I had attended trainings provided by the Technical Assistance and Training Program of Colorado department of public health along with a friend who too wanted to provide educational tools for the Deaf community. I had worked with clients living with HIV+. I had worked with groups discussing about safe sex and how to protect themselves, and that's not even close to what programs have done for the Deaf community. DeafHope, GLAD (with HIV Prevention and HIV Interpreting program), Chicago Foundation for Deaf and other programs had fought to keep their programs running. We all believe that the Deaf community have the right to information, and the right to decide how to handle their health, with full awareness.

4) For me, I have been doing a blog in goal of helping the Deaf community get information that may be of benefit. I know that I do not write much often as other bloggers. My education demands a lot of me at this time, however I try to make time to ensure that if there is a need for information, I will put it out.

5) And oh yeah, I am working on becoming a mental health counselor, to work with Deaf and hh individuals, families and groups, who can then create the tools they need to handle their own lives and develop confidence. Before returning to school, I had worked with deaf individuals at groups, in their goals of becoming independent, getting and keeping a job, raising children properly and safely, advocating for their rights to access and communication, and encouraging the public to respect the person's right to decision-making instead of taking over their lives. I speak for myself- I don't believe in leading one by the hand, doing things myself. I believe that individuals can be successful by themselves once they learn how to help themselves and the families/friends around them.


I could go on and on, but I bet that the folks can speak up for themselves on what they have done and are still doing for the Deaf community. What about you? I want to end this with:


"Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist." - Barack Obama

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Golly Gee! Time to catch up.

It had been almost an half year since I last wrote on this blog. Graduate school had kept me busy for the semester before the last. Now I'm here in another state during my internship (last semester) before I could graduate this upcoming May. I'm pretty excited about the internship in somewhere I never had been before. You know me, I like to try different states that I had not been in the past. 17 states left to explore!

I have found some labyrinths around here, and I hope to continue studying the labyrinths to be used as therapy for the deaf community, since I feel the walking meditation can be a visual tool. Many deaf people use ASL, which is a visual language, and so I was thinking, "why not labyrinths?" So I am hoping to pursue this, by taking the facilitator training which is in March. I am also looking into taking Red Cross Mental Health Crisis Intervention training, (whew, what a mouthful/handful to say!)

I couldn't say much more than that since I'm starting to gather much privacy as I can for myself, more I become a therapist. There is a clear need to keep personal boundaries for deaf therapists; being visual advocates for the Deaf community, they also need to keep their private lives separate. It is quite confusing for friends to look at me and go "are you talking as a friend or a therapist?" or looking to me to see if I could help them and I wonder if they are seeing me as a friend or therapist? That's where dangers of boundaries show up, and that's when we need to become more aware. Drawing boundaries are not easy as I had experienced in previous jobs, but it is very possible to be clear where the lines are and expect respect for privacy.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

New Orleans and Hurricane Gustav

I'm worried, especially with what is going on in New Orleans at this moment- So far from what I could read of articles from NOLA news and CNN news, most of folks are evacating from New Orleans, in steady flows with public transportation (buses, vans, trains and planes), which includes helping elderly and disabled getting out of the city. The last plane leaves at 6pm tonight from NOLA airport. At some pickp-up locations, the last bus leaves at 2pm from what I understand.

On the other hand, I read an article just a few minutes ago, that some are still unable to leave, such as two brothers trying to get a van to come pick their handicapped cousin, but the van did not show up (don't know if the van had yet showed up so far...), several workers saying that they don't have the funds for where they could stay if they do get out of New Orleans, a woman not leaving due to her two Rottweilers (and who could blame her? Pets are very much part of our families) and so on. ("Strapped for cash, some in New Orleans stay and hope" - CNN news)

There is an article on NOLA news about Shari Bernius of Deaf Action Center ensuring that there is access to communcation for the deaf community in New Orleans, as in being the interpreter at emergency announcements (on television since usually emergency announcements don't include closed captioning.) Shari said in the article that due to limited access, several deaf had died related to the hurricane/flooding, and several had suffered in confusion afterwards, as I would recall from some conversations with some LA teachers for the deaf and some evacuees in Houston. I am hoping that the Deaf community has better access to evacuation and services on where they could go and where they could stay during the evacation. I'm hoping to get a hold of Red Cross to find out about what they are doing for the Deaf community this time.

For whoever you are in New Orleans, Deaf or hearing, African-American or white, get out if you can, and for who could not get out for any reasons, try to get to a higher floor and stay alive. We'll pray for you.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Being stronger than bullies

It has been more than 25 years ago when I had been bullied, throughout elementary to high school. Just to think that it had been that long ago, yet we still have bullies skulking in hallways of schools even in 2008, looking for prey which would be children/adolescents who could not protect themselves, or be protected by friendships or authority.

Just to think about what I had gone through as a victim of bullying, I still could see scars from within myself as well as on my skin. It took me a long while and a therapist in high school to realize that it was not my fault, or that I did not deserve to be hurt this way. I still remember when I was shoved through a bathroom, my face pushed into a mirror, while they took my books out of my bag. I still remember when I was shoved into mud during recess, in my dress on the photograph day. I still remember how a group of girls would threaten to hate/hurt me, unless I exposed myself, in the back of the bus. I still remember how I brought my hamster for show-and-tell, and to find that someone had smothered the hamster while I was away for lunch. I still remember how I woke up from a nap during a school field trip to find that someone had put gum in my hair, and that a teacher had to cut my hair to remove the gum. I still remember no matter how much the teachers would favor me (teacher's pet), the attention of teachers would never protect me from the bullies. It was a tough time for me when at 11-12, I was moved to a sign language program from an oral program, in which students would do me harm, just because I could not sign well as they could. Boys may be mean when hurting me, but it were the girls who could be the most cruel. Whatever I was, of being skinny, being clumsy, not knowing sign language, being deaf, being a girl, being the teacher's pet, being the 'model student', you name it, I might had been bullied just for that 'excuse.' In high school, it did not matter to a bully that I could not understand what she was saying, (hearing bully); she tried to push me down stairs that could end three floors down, if not that I grabbed her arm and the rail on the wall. It cost me a black eye, but better that than broken bones. It did not matter to a bully that I was poor, that the jacket that my grandmother made for me, could keep me warm; she had to take it after school off my back and claim that she did not take it when the teachers confronted her the next day. It did not matter if I loved books more than to hurt other weaker students, the bullies would not give up on hurting me; even if I started to cry, they would call me "crybaby". There was never a win-win situation in any of those times. Even when I became proficient in sign language, I could find myself hurt by hearing bullies. So it did not matter if the bullies were white or African-American, deaf or hearing, girl or boy, using sign language or not, they were ALL bullies alike in that they used violence to harm someone intentionally, knowing that they could get away with it. That is the very wrong we need to address when it comes to bully prevention programs in schools.

I had learned when I finished school, and then went into college, that no matter how one may try to protect oneself, it would have to be from the inner strength from oneself, as well as the awareness and motivation of society to say 'Bullying is NOT okay. We will not STAND for it." There are so many bully awareness and prevention programs in numerous schools. I had observed how often students would stand up for themselves in extreme situations, in the point that they would shoot bullies, as I see in countless articles throughout years. I had been told so many from other victims of bullies, that sometimes they can be protected by the prevention programs especially when bullies are counseled, as well as the victims. Bullies, you see, could be from dysfunctional families, in which they may lash out in school, or that they may not have gotten appropriate discipline or support from families. Recently, I found out that one of my middle school bullies had been sexually abused by her father, and so she had projected her anger and frustrations upon other students, since it was very much easier to do that to peers, than to an adult that could overcome a child repeatedly with his strength. With that awareness of what had happened to her, I confess that I had trouble figuring out whether I wanted to forgive her actions toward me when we were kids, or to understand her history. I could say that due to being Scottish, I could carry a grudge long as I want, but I don't see any point in that. There is no sense in being angry at what had happened to me when I was a child. What I am angry about is that so many children are victims themselves, and that in protecting themselves, or to release anger from within, they harm each other. This vicious cycle could continue as long as children experience trauma and violence from within their own families, and then bring it to school to harm other children.

From my own experiences of being bullied, I learned that it is harder for me to make friends, in fear that I could be betrayed or harmed, even in adulthood. Thankfully so many friends proved me wrong; I have so many friends that love me and support me. In that realization, I learned that I did not have to be a victim anymore. I can be an advocate and push for prevention programs of many unhealthy situations, such as bullying, substance abuse, family violence, domestic violence, sexual assault, neglect of children and vulnerable adults alike. We need to push for bully prevention programs in all schools, including residental schools, private, public, and mainstreamed schools, especially for children who are deaf, or have disabilities such as blindness, mental retardation, CP, or from other countries (immigrants, transit families, and of other cultures). Everyone need to realize that this CAN be prevented. No one deserves to be bullied, be they children or vulnerable adults.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Gratification, gotta get it now or later.

I have so much things to do this coming fall! And all for the good.
I go see Sherrilyn Kenyon when she's in DC in August- that reminds me, I need to call the book store to ensure that there is an interpreter for when she do the reading and autograph signing. Waiting for the book, Archeron to come out (24 days left), and knowing that the author will stop in DC/VA on the book tour is a reward in itself, in which I am doing for passing my comps in mental health graduate program..and the comps was tough!

Then there is the Dragon-Con in Atlanta, GA, which is during the Labor Day weekend, in which I hope to see Laurell K. Hamilton, Anne McCaffrey, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Susan Sizemore, Margaret Weis, Joseph Michael Linsner, Robert Englund, Linda Blair (yeah, of Exorcist), and so on. Just let us hope that there'd be no assignments for me to do during THAT weekend or I'll do it on the road! Planning all the travelling, stays, activities/events to see (including checking out the Atlanta aquarium and the Dawn look-like contest at the Dragon con) is rewarding in itself, abetting the joy of seeing it all happening in the end.

Then there is the exercising. I had put it up on the shelves due to the track repairs, so I couldn't do fast walking. Soon the track will be complete and so I'll exercise again. I look forward to lose some more pounds. In weeks if not months, I'd get to lose some more weight that will end up making it easier for me to walk without stressing my legs out, and reducing asthma attacks.

I hit my toe on the doorway today and I hit the doorway in retribution. I knew the doorway didn't get in my way, but in anger and pain, I didn't think. It was gratifying to 'hit back' anyway, right away, now.

There are some classes I look forward for the fall semester, such as grief and loss, advanced therapy skills and assessment. Then I'll be off for internship in the spring semester. One thing I'll say about attending classes during summer, it means getting to the degree sooner than later! I have been working so hard, busting my ass (pardon my French), doing assignments, doing research (loved it), helping each other, knowing that in the long run, we all will be rewarded with degrees presented to us at the graduation of May 2009.

I had eaten some chocolate with chili in it today, to get the bite that I was in mood. I wanted to eat chocolate right away because I felt like chocolate would save my sanity right away.

Now that's the difference between instant gratification and reaping what had been planned for weeks if not months. I have issues with people wanting things now and they mean it..NOW, right away, immediately, at this minute if not earlier, yesterday, you get the idea. I observe how people would get frustrated when they are told that "the loveseat will not come in until next week", "it will take three-five months before you can see obvious changes in your body", or "It will take some days before we can get this part for your car so we can't do repairs now." I have seen people going ugly when they are told that there are things they HAVE to wait on. I feel that the society is over-depending on instant gratification. Fast food, you have it. Instant customer service, you have it. Kids wanting this or that, parents get those for them immediately. It is not the younger generation alone, I had seen people my age fretting if they don't get their Starbucks coffee right away!

It seems to me that some people have trouble understanding that setting up long goals, planning in the long run, it is very rewarding in itself. You can see how plans grow, domino-like, affecting oneself mentally, physically and emotionally. Putting money in a saving account for a goal of having a vacation in Ireland can be enriching in itself, knowing, that the money is growing and closer the vacation comes to reality. Seeing a child building a tree house by himself, without parents helping out, can help the child learn that if he does things himself, will increase his self-esteem and confidence in completing things. I had seen a friend putting pennies, dimes, quarters, and nickels in a huge bottle, saying that he wants to visit Germany. I thought "wow- a long way to go, it's impossible!" But she proved me wrong, after three years of saving all pennies, dimes, nickels and quarters, she had gone to Germany and had a wonderous trip there for three weeks. It is taking me two years to go through the mental health graduate program, with sweat, frustrations, tears, laughter and flares of temper, I am seeing how much I had gone through, and I am so much closer to my degree that I could actually 'feel' it in my hands. So, I would say that the longer the gratification is, more rewarding it is, compard to instant gratification. Don't you agree?


P.S.

Some friends say that they write a lot for their blogs and wonder why I don't write much. I have to admit that I don't write much because I had been told that some people are uncomfortable with what I write, exposing what "should be" hidden, and that there are people concerned that if I continue writing, it may endanger my chances as a future mental health therapist, on basis of confidentality and ethics. As it is, there are a lot of things I would like to write about, but I have to decide if I'm willing to take the risk of damaging the potential reputation that I would as a counselor later on, even if information is not related to therapy or counseling at all.
I hadn't yet decided if I will continue writing or stay on 'the surface' because I am still testing the water with my toe, trying to decide if I want to do a 'bomb-dive' or go into the murky water of risk, slowly a bit by bit. So we'll see.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

So far, so good

I'm doing well in graduate school, although a bit amused with teenagers here for 'summer camps' running around on campus (and pulling fire alarms- no difference between hearing and deaf kids when it comes to pulling fire alarms!) I'm officially a second-year graduate student, since I passed the quals (or if one prefers, comps), as I found out this week. I'm staying on campus due to attending practicum (full summer) and a class (A&O- and I have to admit- I LOVE it!) It just feels odd to me that the campus is almost empty, and so I get the sensation of being in the eye of a hurricane, waiting for things to slap me in the face sooner or later.

For the articles going on about cochlear implants and sign language, I'm staying out of it because I have to admit, I am not in mood for bashing for giving my personal opinion. I'd rather deal with that in person, so we can discuss it, putting all our cards out on the table, instead of arguing one piece by another piece.

I had gone to DC Pride two weekends ago, and I had a blast of fun there, meeting some nifty people, and getting two good leads on potential internships! I was thinking about how far we had gone in many years, in getting awareness of gay/lesbian community, available resources and supportive organizations. I did not even know that there is this organization "Out in the work" as in being openly gay/lesbian/bisexual/straight at work; Out in work, from what I understand, is a good resource for people having trouble at work, providing information about internships (I asked mostly about that.) I would have more information, but alas, I lost everything I gathered from that organization as well as other organizations (including stickers, buttons, magnets) at the subway on way home! *sigh* So I need to remind myself to check that organization online soon when I'm not distracted by class and practicum.

Soon, that class A&O will end, and so some of us are planning to go to Assateague Island, and Blue Mountains, a weekend each for camping. Boston, New York City and Philadelphia are on the list of sightseeing for historical stops and I gotta go back to Brooklyn for another taste of that deliciousmarvelous fudge cake at The Chocolate Room!

written by Jules

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Cabs in NYC

I gotta ask y'all something related to the taxis in New York City. Recently, I went to NYC for a weekend. I know I had a week for spring break, but dang it..assignments and papers for graduate classes. So, a weekend it was. Anyway- several times throughout the weekend, we tried to hail for a cab after exhausting walks/late night-not-want-to-use-subway-in-wee-hours. Once cabs realized we were deaf, they'd speed off. At the late hours of the first night in NYC, a cab stopped, I showed him the note with address and voiced, "Can you take us?" He looked at me and then sped off. When that happened, I shrugged it away "guess, he couldn't read the note." When it happened second time with a second cab, I went "hmmm.. another driver who can't read?" The third time was the charm, "WTF? They don't want to drive me around because I am deaf?!"
It wasn't unique- it happened on the second day, too and even the third day as well. A friend who lives in NYC, said it is not unique; that's when she'd try to get the cab driver's name and license to report him. (Although I do wonder how that could work if the cab driver flee before you get the full information?)
Have anyone else experienced this too?

Saturday, March 08, 2008

A-to-Z story; Deaf storytelling.

I went to "Deaf World Odyssey" a play, written/directed by Angela V. Farrand last Thursday with friends/classmate at Galluadet University. Due to growing up in the hearing world, I hadn't really understood much of Deaf culture, even when I was right smack in the Deaf world (working and studying among Deaf people) for years. This play helped so profoundly that at the end of the play, I had a better concept of what Deaf Culture is, with its language, its history, and its art. Especially the art of the wondrous culture! I had heard about A-to-Z and 1-10 stories but I never understood what they could look like. It is impossible to describe; one has to SEE stories in person or video to get an idea what ASL storytelling is! A classmate and I are working on creating an A-to-Z ASL story, using a ghost theme, and let me tell you, so much of fun doing practicing, using body language, facial expression and using letters to create visual art in the air, as telling the story. I am told that the play will go to other schools to help educate about Deaf culture, and I have to raise my hands in air to applaud the terrific idea! An excellent method of teaching majority of students, pulling them into the 'pool' of Deaf culture (smiling at the pun, since there is a boat in the play.) Sadly, it's just for this weekend on campus.
http://news.gallaudet.edu/?id=12853

Friday, January 11, 2008

How to help deaf children protect themselves from abuse.

I just read another article- how many articles are there now- probably in thousands if not in millions- of a child dead by abuse. A lot of you know that I strongly encourage awareness of domestic violence and child abuse.

What I found of Child Abuse Statistics and it's very frightening and should be a concern to many. PER WEEK, child protective services agencies in US get over 50,000 reports of suspected child abuse or neglect. 67% of those reports had prompted an investigation, resulting in findings of children being victims of abuse or neglect which came up to average of 2450 children PER day. Do the math... 2450 children PER day for a year- that would be less than 90,000 a year.

Now- think about deaths of children by abuse. According to this site, " An average of nearly four children die every day as a result of child abuse or neglect (1,400 in 2002)." I shudder to think how many died last year (2007).

You know, I have been reading "Mental Health and Deafness" edited by Peter Hindley and Nick Hitson. There is a chapter there about physical and sexual abuse of deaf children. It says that in general, due to less/lack of communication/understanding between the deaf children and parents/caregivers, abuse have been 'silent'; in other words, limited education was given to children how to recognize abuse or how to protect themselves. Also, from the program "The Center for Abuse Prevention and Education for deaf/hard of hearing children" CAPE-DHH was set up after research showed, "The incidence of sexual abuse of deaf/hard of hearing children is estimated to be about 65% to 90% as compared to 10% for hearing boys and 25% for hearing girls."

Also from "Facts on Trauma and Deaf Children" one will find that children with communication disorders are more likely to be harmed/neglected compared to children without those disorders. Facts on Trauma and deaf Children

Not to despair- there IS help for deaf children if one looks. A lot of agencies that work with domestic violence survivors also have resources for children of child abuse and neglect. I found some agencies- there may be more out there that I don't know about. If one knows other agencies- feel free to add the info about them in the comments. DOVE in CO, Advocacy Council for Abused Deaf Children (Los Angeles, CA), Rochester, New York Advocacy Services for Abused Deaf Victims (NY), Oregon's Deaf and Hard of Hearing Services, Family & Children Services (San Jose,CA), Utah Community Center of Deaf and Hard of Hearing, and so on.

I found this site, in which I hope to order a copy. There is a DVD in sign language in which brave children tell of their experiences of physical or sexual abuse and the interventions to take them out of the danger. Here is the link, Kids against child abuse . The DVD title is "Do? Tell! Kids against child abuse" Kudos to Aetna Foundation Children’s Center, the Children’s Advocacy Center in Hartford, Connecticut!

Again- child abuse is not something to dismiss. It can happen anywhere. Keep it in mind that only a little percentage of predators are strangers; that means main numbers of predators/abusers are within the family (father, mother, sibling, aunt/uncle, grandparents, partners, cousins) and caregivers/school (teachers, busdrivers, teacher assistants, residental houseparents). I am not saying all this to scare you off; I am doing this to help you become aware of the risks that deaf children may encounter as they grow through their childhood. Let us preserve their childhood and innocence.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Samhain


In two days, I will be able to celebrate Samhain, which in Celtic holidays, is a new year for us pagans. It is the most important holiday. That is when the gates between the world and the otherworld is weaker, and so we will have spirits, fey creatures and sprites coming out. This is when we put out dishes of food to respect the ancestors, to remember who had died and to find joy in honoring who we loved and will always love, hence trick-or-tricking originated from this practice.
"The pagan Samhain is not, and never was, associated with evil or negativity. It has always been a time to reaffirm our belief in the oneness of all spirits, and in our firm resolution that physical death is not the final act of existence. Though death is very much a part of Samhain's symbolism, this Sabbat also celebrates the triumph of life over death."
Jack o' lanterns came from when the ancient celts carved out turnips and so and put in lights, to put in 'new lights' to celebrate a new year and to keep 'evil' away.
Around this time, there would be pagans cooking wondrous feasts of pork, squashes, apples, pumpkins, nuts, all that of the late harvest.
Actually, Halloween is an American holiday developed around the time of Irish immigrants coming to the United States, fleeing the potato famine (the first wave in 1847.)
For people who are not sure or have misunderstanding about Halloween or Samhain:
FACTS:
1. There is no such as "Lord Samhain." That is from a movie. (gotta love Hollywood...not)
2. Male witches are called witches, not warlocks. Warlocks are traitors, betrayers, outcast out of covens.
3. Pagans do not kill black cats (or in other colors) or children. Heck, we have a lot of animals that we rescue or help raise to release back into wildlife.
4. We do not worship Satan; which is a Christian belief. For us to believe in that, we would have to be Christians. Think on that. We do love satin sheets, thro!
5. Whatever one may think of the movie, "Craft", nothing out of it is true except for that what one may cause, will experience it threefold back, according to the Wiccan way. (In other words, don't do evil or you'll have evil bite your ass off.) If one want to get hair color changed, get a hair dye. Different eye colors, get lenses.
6. Even thro that the Catholic Church tried to repress this Celtic holiday, it wasn't successful. They 'renamed' it Eve of All-Saints Day, to make the 'heathens' happy. It is one of the holiest days for Catholic Christians. 'Day of the Dead" as in Mexico is another example.

I hope you enjoyed learning something today. I am off to drum and drink some honey
mead!

(Artwork by Charles Vess)

Sunday, October 21, 2007

New journey today and Homecoming at Gallaudet.

I was looking for something different to do but hadn't decided how different.I just needed a break from Gallaudet University and all the hours of studying. My new motto is "Take breaks or you will break." Many people offered ideas such as the Native American Museum at the Mall, Georgetown tattoo parlors (unique 'til you find you don't have sufficient money to get a new one), this small-known garden behind the capitol where one can peer in to see the waterfall, and other ideas. I just wanted to do something that hadn't been published. Some people know my passion for labyrinths and so one suggested one in the Dupont Circle. I went "what labyrinth in Dupont circle?" Before I go on, I am sure, readers, you are asking "what is this word labyrinth??" It is a one-way path puzzle. A classical labyrinth looks like this:
It is very much a spiritual tool, when one wants to look inward to find where they are in the path of life. It can be used as a meditation tool. Both pagans and christians use it. There is even a Greek myth about it; Theseus went into the labyrinth to kill the minotaur, with Ariadne's assistance. There are older labyrinths about 5000 years. Several churches recognize that labyrinths are useful as located at Grace Cathedral (San Franciso), Notre-dame de Chartres Cathedral (France), Christ Church Labyrinth in Alexandria, VA and so on. I will include some links at the end of this article if you are interested.
Well, I looked alllll over the internet for this labyrinth in Dupont Circle and found NOTHING. A friend gave me directions to it and la da I found it today! Here are photos:





http://www.historicchristchurch.org/spirituality/labyrinth.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labyrinth
http://labyrinth-enterprises.com/12reasons.pdf

For people who are asking me how I am hanging in there at Gallaudet, thanks for checking on me! I am doing okay. Just tired these days, studying, doing projects due here and there, studying for exams coming up soon. Yeah, Homecoming was fun, thro there was a bomb threat at the football field (from what I understand, I could be wrong) and then a fire alarm at Hall Memorial Building (HMB) that sent alumni to SAC (Student Academic Center). I noticed it because I was getting out of SAC while alumni were pouring in, and I asked what was going on. An elderly lady latched to me and poured her frustrations on me (I wondered if I had my "counselor-in-training" t-shirt on..J/K) about the fire alarm and bomb threat. I could see why she was upset and an elderly man spoke up, "with all this, we don't need Gallaudet to look more worse than it is right now, so those guys who pulled the fire alarm or bomb threats need to grow up and think of consquences that makes Gallaudet looks bad." AMEN to what he said! It wasn't all bad news, the Gallaudet football team won the homecoming game against Williamson Trade, 40-26! So did the Bison women soccer vs. Gettysburg College team. I did get to see some friends that I didn't expect to see, almost 20 years last time I saw them- how much OLDER I feel!!!! So it was a nice weekend in all, the labyrinth walk and homecoming catch-up with old friends.