tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post3961711729039847822..comments2023-10-30T08:31:05.687-05:00Comments on neroli.108: We'll End at the Beginning; or a Preview of Dancing with Sir Isaacnerolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07058241267779350866noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-63512934985839633812007-11-09T01:55:00.000-05:002007-11-09T01:55:00.000-05:00Yes indeed! I've gotten that same reaction to work...Yes indeed! I've gotten that same reaction to working with DDs: "Oh, I feel so sorry for them...Oh, you are such an angel for doing that kind of work..." Well, I don't feel sorry for them at all! Yes, there were those few that suffered brain trauma and had a subsequent reversion in functioning, but most of these friends of mine have great, fulfilling lives. They are always learning new things and retain an ongoing fascination with life. Many of them are unable to comprehend some of life's darker truths, so that's bliss I think. :-) Plus, with the exception of those at the very high-functioning end, they have their finances and diets managed by others. Ah! If only I could get someone to do that for me! ;-)<BR/><BR/>Was I an angel? Nope...I hogged up all the child-like excitement, the wonder, the smiles and love. <I>They</I> were <A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRVjm6mAVds" REL="nofollow">angels</A> for putting up with me!<BR/><BR/>Just like your colourful friends are angels for putting up with you! hehehehe :-DPelicanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00858951498917328458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-62681500380586533272007-11-06T06:22:00.000-05:002007-11-06T06:22:00.000-05:00Dear Pel, you've got that right: and I think that...Dear Pel, you've got that right: and I think that is one thing that is such a strong beauty worth being there for.<BR/>Sometimes I become confused in my interactions with people: upon finding out that I work with young students with autism, there are the invariable clucking of tongues in the "that's too bad for them" mode and then statements as to I am a more patient/strong/fill-in-the-blank-person than they are.<BR/>My character has not a thing to do with it: those amazing students have *everything* to do with it.<BR/>Who's to say who is getting the better end of the deal?!?nerolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07058241267779350866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-34949376678323804282007-11-04T18:27:00.000-05:002007-11-04T18:27:00.000-05:00Yes...they were called "Individual Program Plans" ...Yes...they were called "Individual Program Plans" at the facility I used to work at. "IPP" for short. I worked at 2 CBRFs for about 10 years- the first was a community of 50, second was 28 of high-functioning DDs. Loved working there (CNA). Then these facilities were closed and the residents were moved into houses in the community- in groups of 3-4. I worked at them for a year before taking a job offer elsewhere, but I still visit my old pals now and again. I'm thinking of returning though. Some of your posts really make me miss this work of helping others to achieve greater independence. I found it very relaxing to interact in this less-complicated world, to see joy in the simplest of things!Pelicanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00858951498917328458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-28975344977935148112007-11-03T20:05:00.000-05:002007-11-03T20:05:00.000-05:00Dear Artist, indeed I think that it is okay not to...Dear Artist, indeed I think that it is okay not to have compassion. The cultivation of compassion, the consideration of it---these do not necessarily allow it to become a reality. That's okay, too.<BR/>Additionally, it's okay to think that compassion should not be sought because it is Supposed to Be the Right Thing to Do.<BR/>When I read this article, it reminded me of something surprising that I experienced, that was to be the post I'd been working on, and hoped to finish during the week that I was to have been off, only to be called into work.<BR/>In it, I'm trying to make sense of time and momentum, behaviorial equilibrium: how can one stay balanced when the rug is pulled out from beneath your feet?<BR/>How much time for free fall is economical?<BR/>How much is Just Right?<BR/>I need to finish it.<BR/>Hopefully you will find a more apt answer to your questions, Dear Friend.nerolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07058241267779350866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-85002755123060387392007-11-03T08:51:00.000-05:002007-11-03T08:51:00.000-05:00How do you feel about what you have written? (Not ...How do you feel about what you have written? (Not that you have written it, but about the things you report?) Where is Neroli in that writing. I know the zen way is compassion. Is it okay not to have compassion? Those are monstrous things. Where is Neroli in those words?AfKaPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03810082664811335693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-33641739113252400302007-11-02T05:14:00.000-05:002007-11-02T05:14:00.000-05:00Uniquely subjective---that's often a Good Thing ;-...Uniquely subjective---that's often a Good Thing ;-)<BR/>In special education, there is what is called the IEP (individual education plan). It outlines what is great about the student, where the student is currently at, and then where that student can go that year.<BR/>It's considered best practice to view it as a working document rather than a static missive.<BR/>I like that attitude.<BR/>It's good practice when thinking about one's own past and one's own plans for the future.nerolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07058241267779350866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-53607093596672389882007-11-01T18:32:00.000-05:002007-11-01T18:32:00.000-05:00Gosh! I lived a moment like that koan: a neighbor ...Gosh! I lived a moment like that koan: a neighbor was away on vacation last winter, and charged the lady next door to him with taking care of the snowfall accumulation (ie:shoveling :-) ). Well, we had that rare blizzard, and that lady was beside herself with her own driveway, as we all were...so I talked the b/f into secretly helping me to clear the absent-neighbor's driveway. Grumble, grumble. And we did it late at night with no witnesses. Well, upon absent-neighbor's return, he saw the snow-banks, but I'm sure neither he nor lady-next-door had any clue...however, the b/f was FUMING that no thanks were ever offered. And I said: well, I didn't think we did it looking for recognition; the enjoyment was in doing something nice, necessary and appreciated, plus I'm sure to them its a mystery...and that was last week anyway...<BR/><BR/>Neroli, I arrived at a special moment last year when I bumped into an old ex. After that meeting, I had finally achieved peace with <I>every one</I> of my ex's. Those past "plays on a stage" were over, and the curtain had fallen. And that feels good: to know that we all acted to the best of our abilities at the time, and that my own performance affected the final review- uniquely subjective as that may be! ;-)Pelicanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00858951498917328458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-9838238930561635922007-10-31T21:35:00.000-05:002007-10-31T21:35:00.000-05:00Oh, dear Pel---you are so right: it takes so much...Oh, dear Pel---you are so right: it takes so much energy to be angry!<BR/>No wonder I've been so tired! (laughing!)<BR/>And attachments--phew. I love that old zen short: the one where the old and young monk are traveling, old monk carries old lady over river, old lady doesn't say thank you, and young monk fumes for miles and miles about her rudeness. Young monk complains; old monk reminds young monk he stopped carrying the old lady once he put her down on the other side of the river :)<BR/>(I love to learn new things. She is one of many teachers.)<BR/><BR/>Corky, she is absolutely wonderful and completely sublime---incredibly beautiful.nerolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07058241267779350866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-13823315701744844942007-10-31T07:04:00.000-05:002007-10-31T07:04:00.000-05:00Amazing.Amazing.captain corkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10782650450297504567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2519115781358057137.post-4893031147045184682007-10-31T04:51:00.000-05:002007-10-31T04:51:00.000-05:00Bittersweet...like the chocolate she indulges in n...Bittersweet...like the chocolate she indulges in now and then. I admire her compassion, yes. It takes an awful lot of energy to be angry, and anger doesn't allow one to move forward and beyond as it is an attachment to the past. I'm glad that she accepts his remorse- definitely she is, for me, an icon of letting go of the victim role.Pelicanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00858951498917328458noreply@blogger.com