Last Friday night I was at a jam at Mr. Andrew Laviolette's house. There were a number of women there whom I had never met. One of them thought she recognized me from somewhere and mentioned so. I responded with, "Well, have you had a pap smear lately? 'Cuz that's what I've been doing 8 hours a day." My humour was recieved with uproarious laughter by all the women. I then mention that I have been doing a clinical placement at a sexual health clinic. Next I proceeded to tell everybody about my paying job, that is, my job teaching pelvic exams to medical students, nurse practitioners, and midwifery students. I find it quite ammusing to tell people about this because of the fact that I use my own female anatomy to do so. "The clencher of this fact," I shared with the woman, "is that I will be teaching my fellow classmates how to fit women for diaphragms... Although, my classmates don't know it yet."
I think this blog will be my way of telling them.
How might one feel about practicing pelvic exams on one of their peers. I think this could be an uncomfortable situation for some people, and I don't blame them. When I was signing up for my first pelvic teaching, I was careful to choose a teacher that I didn't really know. For me, it was the concern that the teacher would feel weird about me choosing her. As a teacher, though, and speaking from my own personal perspective, I can tell you that this is not a problem. I think it will be nice to teach people that I know for a change.
Conversely, though, I know other students who simply do not feel comfortable seeing a friend in this capacity. Both perspectives are fine with me. More than anything, I wan't everybody to feel comfortable.
Maybe my jokes about pap smears make some people uncomfortable. I try to gage the situation before I do it. I've never noticed anybody being offended. I just love to make people laugh.
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Reflection
Friday, April 06, 2007
Sometimes I miss my old life...
Life on Main Street was cozy and warm. I had a 9-5 (read 7-3) job at a retirement home taking care of elders; my co workers were my elders; my friends were my elders. The people I spent time with who were not my elders were those who have known me since I was a child. They knew me like the back of their hand-- in spite of my aloofness.
Every night I slept beside the man I love.
Cedar Street is different. Although going to University is a step forward-- I am perusing my dream, I am a midwife in the making-- it sometimes feels like a regression, as if I am reliving a part of my youth that I never even had. I feel welcome and I feel cared about, yet It doesn't fit quite as comfortably as it could.
Could it ever fit quite as comfortably as it "should"?
My life is so unusual. If I have created it myself, what does it say about me?
Time to study...
Dawn
Friday, April 06, 2007
Sometimes I miss my old life...
Life on Main Street was cozy and warm. I had a 9-5 (read 7-3) job at a retirement home taking care of elders; my co workers were my elders; my friends were my elders. The people I spent time with who were not my elders were those who have known me since I was a child. They knew me like the back of their hand-- in spite of my aloofness.
Every night I slept beside the man I love.
Cedar Street is different. Although going to University is a step forward-- I am perusing my dream, I am a midwife in the making-- it sometimes feels like a regression, as if I am reliving a part of my youth that I never even had. I feel welcome and I feel cared about, yet It doesn't fit quite as comfortably as it could.
Could it ever fit quite as comfortably as it "should"?
My life is so unusual. If I have created it myself, what does it say about me?
Time to study...
Dawn
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Happy Earth Day, folks!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Those who have known me for a long time know that I have been preaching an Earth gospel since I was a child, often being responded to with laugher and excuses. One pattern that I have noticed about life is that when people neglect to take notice of pressing issues, the issue grows bigger and bigger until it reaches a critical point. Sometimes it is the-point-of-no-return. With this in mind, I bring up, global warming-- the cool new trend in political issues.
I am happy that mass media is finally picking up on the fact that our environment is screaming, and we have been ignoring. The problem with the media portrayal of global warming is that it perpetuates one-demensional fear. I prefer a more cosmic perception.
We are reaching a point in the developement of human consciousness where ancient wisdom is being renewed and reinterpreted. Like the god of the Greeks, Romans, and many Aborigional nations, I view natural forces as if they are messengers. One can view global warming as such. For example, one may choose to see global warming as a vengefull warrior taking back what is theirs; I prefer the view it as a loving force asking PLEASE for our attention, like a kind parent, guiding their child to safety. Why do people not listen?
Humans seem like children in the the grand scheme of the universe (particularily in politically rich nations). We have been too nieve to listen; too self absorbed to care. We are like teenages, rebelling against our parents, in spite of their love and wisdom. When are we going to grow up and start to think of our earthly community? I have great compassion for those of you who don't understand. At the same time I am humbly angry.
Grow up! It is no sacrifice of the self to act with reverance toward life! It, in fact, fuels the soul and makes one greater and more powerful. Anyone who neglects the Earth, also neglects to recognize their foolishness. I'm not the freakish, tree-hugging hippy that I have been accused of. My head is not in the clouds!!! I possess great wisdom, by virtue of my understanding of simple truths. We need not feel powerless in the face of natures course.
We must have the agency to speak to global warming, who is no less than the voice of God, quietly teaching humanity how to understand. If we do, nature will support us. I know this, because I heard the voice for all of my life.
LOVE,
Dawn
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Those who have known me for a long time know that I have been preaching an Earth gospel since I was a child, often being responded to with laugher and excuses. One pattern that I have noticed about life is that when people neglect to take notice of pressing issues, the issue grows bigger and bigger until it reaches a critical point. Sometimes it is the-point-of-no-return. With this in mind, I bring up, global warming-- the cool new trend in political issues.
I am happy that mass media is finally picking up on the fact that our environment is screaming, and we have been ignoring. The problem with the media portrayal of global warming is that it perpetuates one-demensional fear. I prefer a more cosmic perception.
We are reaching a point in the developement of human consciousness where ancient wisdom is being renewed and reinterpreted. Like the god of the Greeks, Romans, and many Aborigional nations, I view natural forces as if they are messengers. One can view global warming as such. For example, one may choose to see global warming as a vengefull warrior taking back what is theirs; I prefer the view it as a loving force asking PLEASE for our attention, like a kind parent, guiding their child to safety. Why do people not listen?
Humans seem like children in the the grand scheme of the universe (particularily in politically rich nations). We have been too nieve to listen; too self absorbed to care. We are like teenages, rebelling against our parents, in spite of their love and wisdom. When are we going to grow up and start to think of our earthly community? I have great compassion for those of you who don't understand. At the same time I am humbly angry.
Grow up! It is no sacrifice of the self to act with reverance toward life! It, in fact, fuels the soul and makes one greater and more powerful. Anyone who neglects the Earth, also neglects to recognize their foolishness. I'm not the freakish, tree-hugging hippy that I have been accused of. My head is not in the clouds!!! I possess great wisdom, by virtue of my understanding of simple truths. We need not feel powerless in the face of natures course.
We must have the agency to speak to global warming, who is no less than the voice of God, quietly teaching humanity how to understand. If we do, nature will support us. I know this, because I heard the voice for all of my life.
LOVE,
Dawn
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Time
Monday, May 14, 2007
I'm coming back into my body after a cold and dark winter in my mind. It was pretty intense existing on that level, considering how much time I spend there to begin with. With that said, I've been thinking today as I give my home the ol' scrub-down.
(Yes, the subject matter will change somewhat abruptly...)
When women are in labour they often become childlike, and are usually in need of some mothering as they transition through the painful, fearfilled journey of childbirth and into motherhood.
When people are very old they too often become childlike. When I have comforted my dying elders I have felt maternal, despite the fact these people were my granparents' and even my great-grandparents' age.
It is often said in these instances that people are "reverting" to childhood. Why does "reverting to childhood" imply regression? There must be some great wisdom in such a state of being, or else, why would people go to that place in their minds during such troubling experiences?
I, for one, called each of my parents during the darkest nights of my soul.
What is this wisdom that can be seen so clearly in the face of a newborn? I remember when my lovely nephew Mitchell was born facing upwards looking at my face. I was moved and perplexed by the fact that he looked like an ancient man. I wondered where he had come from.
I have always thought that children are greater than we give them credit for. While we often love them for of own self fullfilling reasons, we must also respect them for unapoligetically being children, as we resist that aspect of our own selves until there is no other way for us to cope.
What happens when we embrace our child-like selves? Why do we resist it? What is age? What is time? What the Hell am I talking about?
Don't ask me.
Monday, May 14, 2007
I'm coming back into my body after a cold and dark winter in my mind. It was pretty intense existing on that level, considering how much time I spend there to begin with. With that said, I've been thinking today as I give my home the ol' scrub-down.
(Yes, the subject matter will change somewhat abruptly...)
When women are in labour they often become childlike, and are usually in need of some mothering as they transition through the painful, fearfilled journey of childbirth and into motherhood.
When people are very old they too often become childlike. When I have comforted my dying elders I have felt maternal, despite the fact these people were my granparents' and even my great-grandparents' age.
It is often said in these instances that people are "reverting" to childhood. Why does "reverting to childhood" imply regression? There must be some great wisdom in such a state of being, or else, why would people go to that place in their minds during such troubling experiences?
I, for one, called each of my parents during the darkest nights of my soul.
What is this wisdom that can be seen so clearly in the face of a newborn? I remember when my lovely nephew Mitchell was born facing upwards looking at my face. I was moved and perplexed by the fact that he looked like an ancient man. I wondered where he had come from.
I have always thought that children are greater than we give them credit for. While we often love them for of own self fullfilling reasons, we must also respect them for unapoligetically being children, as we resist that aspect of our own selves until there is no other way for us to cope.
What happens when we embrace our child-like selves? Why do we resist it? What is age? What is time? What the Hell am I talking about?
Don't ask me.
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69
Friday, August 24, 2007
I have 69 MYSPACE friends.
I live at 69 Cedar Street.
Take 69 to get to Sudbury from the badlands.
6+9= 15
1+5= 6
6 upside-down is 9.
Hmmmm...
Friday, August 24, 2007
I have 69 MYSPACE friends.
I live at 69 Cedar Street.
Take 69 to get to Sudbury from the badlands.
6+9= 15
1+5= 6
6 upside-down is 9.
Hmmmm...
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Twister!!!
Sunday, March 09, 2008
My friends and I jamming in my apartment on a Sunday evening.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
My friends and I jamming in my apartment on a Sunday evening.
Old Blog 5
Carrie Asked: "How does one surrender and transmute love?"
Friday, February 22, 2008
They try to be gentle with themselves as they let go of their crush. They don't think themselves silly for creating dreams of a future that were never even remotely requited. They don't regret. They have no shame for the passion they expressed to the one their heart desired and to their friends who either supported or scoffed at it. At least, this is what one begins to think of doing in order to surrender.
The transmuting of love-- although perhaps not so simple in practice-- is changing the love from romantic aspirations to unadulterated friendship. Love is no more than a vibration, it is the mind that attaches meaning to it, therefore, it is the thinking which must transmute the frequency of the love energy.
Woe is me on this day, but not for long.
Friday, February 22, 2008
They try to be gentle with themselves as they let go of their crush. They don't think themselves silly for creating dreams of a future that were never even remotely requited. They don't regret. They have no shame for the passion they expressed to the one their heart desired and to their friends who either supported or scoffed at it. At least, this is what one begins to think of doing in order to surrender.
The transmuting of love-- although perhaps not so simple in practice-- is changing the love from romantic aspirations to unadulterated friendship. Love is no more than a vibration, it is the mind that attaches meaning to it, therefore, it is the thinking which must transmute the frequency of the love energy.
Woe is me on this day, but not for long.
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