Elisabeth really enjoyed Chicago last week.
We spent a good deal of time hiking down Michigan visiting the museums, Navy Pier, and stores. Oh the many, many stores. One store Elisabeth visited was Tiffany and Company because her grandmother wanted to price one of the charm bracelets there.
I told my mother, "You know what they say about Tiffany's, don't you? If you have to ask the price, you probably can't afford it."
Elisabeth disagreed, so in we went right about breakfast time. All six of us. Elisabeth's mother, sister, grandmother, auntie, and cousin looking more like we were hiking through Glacier Park and observing rock formations instead of the "Million Dollar Mile."
As it turned out, the girls were fascinated with the jewelry and one can always dream, right? But halfway through the visit, Elisabeth was becoming very irritated so I headed to the restrooms three levels up to check it out.
As it turned out, Elisabeth needed the facilities and fortunately Tiffany's restrooms were more than accommodating for her needs. To be safe and spare a Tiffany shopper from embarrassment, I asked Elisabeth's eleven year old sister to stand guard at the door to prevent anyone from walking in on us.
It was taking a little longer than I expected but I overheard on the other side of the door, a woman's voice inquiring why it was necessary to guard the door. Elisabeth's younger sister responded by saying "my mom is in there with my sister and they need a little privacy. She should only be a moment." After a few moments, I overheard the woman whose patience was wearing thin I imagined asking my daughter, "How old is your sister?"
"Fourteen."
Silence.
"Oh."
I suppose this stumped the woman but she either continued to wait instead of barging in like so many people do after their curiosities get the best of them or she simply moved on because I didn't hear anything else afterward.
After Elisabeth was ready, I opened the door and found standing next to my daughter a woman wearing business attire and sporting a store manager's badge. She smiled at Elisabeth and me, helped me with the door, and went her separate way.
I couldn't imagine in a million years what was going on in that woman's mind while she was standing there and waiting to use the bathroom. A bathroom that was being guarded by an an eleven year old who offered nothing more than a simple request for her to wait because a 14 year old sister needed privacy. In Tiffany and Co.'s restroom of all places.
And this woman waited patiently giving Elisabeth the dignity and privacy she deserved not because she was a shopper at Tiffany's, not because she was disabled, but because she is a human being.
When the milestones, the charts, and the sequence in development are not there for our children, parents and caregivers like us set out on our own pathway. Elisabeth's story is about searching for the X factor. The X factor that was discovered only in hindsight beginning with an emotional bond and a fleeting but tangible smile to mean "yes" and a flinch in eyebrows to mean "no."
Ranked "Top 30" in parenting blogs to follow!
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Friday, July 8, 2016
Resources about Puberty
Elisabeth experienced a delay in puberty. It wasn't until she was 17 that we were facing it head on with changes in her sleep development, discomfort, and overall behavior. We were recommended a wonderful medicine that eliminated her cycle and adjusted her hormones.
Here is an article for parents and caregivers about puberty and how we need to observe very carefully how differently it can be for each and every child going through it.
Here is an article for parents and caregivers about puberty and how we need to observe very carefully how differently it can be for each and every child going through it.
Friday, May 20, 2016
AMC Theaters Offering Sensory-Friendly Movies ...
The AMC Theaters in Cincinnati are offering sensory friendly movies. Check it out!
Thursday, May 19, 2016
The Mona Lisa Syndrome
for Stephanie Ramos and Danieal Kelly
How many times do we hear from someone, "What's wrong with her?" Or how about, "What's her diagnosis?"
Children are often the most curious and concerned. Often times they are guided away by an adult saying in a hushed tone, "she's different" or "don't stare, that's rude." One time, a woman gave me "Miracle" water from Lourdes to heal her. It worked, too, because our survival is miracle.
The majority of the time, the encounters are somewhat pleasant driven by the best intentions. Many are just naturally curious because they have a family or friend who "looks"or "acts" just like Elisabeth. Sometimes they ask about her syndrome. In most cases, it's really the only time people acknowledge our child's presence.
Elisabeth is absolutely beautiful. She presents at a much younger age. So what do we do when we see the most beautiful person in the world? Don't we usually acknowledge their presence with a greeting or smile?
With Elisabeth, I want people to ask her, to speak directly to her: I love your hairstyle! I love those boots!
I love those flashy lights on your wheelchair!
Let's face it, life is too short to talk about diagnosis or therapy. I'd rather talk about the 45 minutes it took putting nail polish on her nails so they match her top. Or, the 1 hour it took to fix her hair so it looks just like that actress from "Jane Austen's Book Club." Elisabeth loves the Bennet Sisters. Let's talk about Jane!
When I run into anyone curious, I generally pretend I don't hear their question. Instead, I tell them her name and hope they'll come up to her directly saying, "Hello! Elisabeth! Where did you get those cool wheels on your chair?" or "I love that hair style. You look just like that actress in Jane Austen Book Club."
Once in awhile, this guy from church comes up to our daughter, and kneels down to make eye contact with her. He says directly to her, "You're really jazzing me out girl. Where did you get that outfit?" to which our daughter responds by flashing her eyes and smiling that million dollar smile that only Leonardo DaVinci knew how to capture.
We don't know anything about Mona, do we? Sure, she's somebody's daughter, wife, or friend but why is she famous? Because somebody, maybe even Leonardo, took the time to make her smile.
How many times do we hear from someone, "What's wrong with her?" Or how about, "What's her diagnosis?"
Children are often the most curious and concerned. Often times they are guided away by an adult saying in a hushed tone, "she's different" or "don't stare, that's rude." One time, a woman gave me "Miracle" water from Lourdes to heal her. It worked, too, because our survival is miracle.
The majority of the time, the encounters are somewhat pleasant driven by the best intentions. Many are just naturally curious because they have a family or friend who "looks"or "acts" just like Elisabeth. Sometimes they ask about her syndrome. In most cases, it's really the only time people acknowledge our child's presence.
Elisabeth is absolutely beautiful. She presents at a much younger age. So what do we do when we see the most beautiful person in the world? Don't we usually acknowledge their presence with a greeting or smile?
With Elisabeth, I want people to ask her, to speak directly to her: I love your hairstyle! I love those boots!
I love those flashy lights on your wheelchair!
Let's face it, life is too short to talk about diagnosis or therapy. I'd rather talk about the 45 minutes it took putting nail polish on her nails so they match her top. Or, the 1 hour it took to fix her hair so it looks just like that actress from "Jane Austen's Book Club." Elisabeth loves the Bennet Sisters. Let's talk about Jane!
When I run into anyone curious, I generally pretend I don't hear their question. Instead, I tell them her name and hope they'll come up to her directly saying, "Hello! Elisabeth! Where did you get those cool wheels on your chair?" or "I love that hair style. You look just like that actress in Jane Austen Book Club."
Once in awhile, this guy from church comes up to our daughter, and kneels down to make eye contact with her. He says directly to her, "You're really jazzing me out girl. Where did you get that outfit?" to which our daughter responds by flashing her eyes and smiling that million dollar smile that only Leonardo DaVinci knew how to capture.
We don't know anything about Mona, do we? Sure, she's somebody's daughter, wife, or friend but why is she famous? Because somebody, maybe even Leonardo, took the time to make her smile.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Transition Bootcamp October 2016
Save the Date!
Transition Bootcamp 2016
Friday, October 28, 2016
7:30 am - 3:00 pm
Sharonville Convention Center
11355 Chester Road • Cincinnati • Ohio • 45246
• Keynote Speaker • Vendor Fair
• Panelists • Breakout Sessions
• Breakfast and Lunch • Free Parking
Topics covered include:
Transition IEP • Behavior Supports • Post-secondary Education
Options • Employment • Community Inclusion •
Advocacy • Healthcare Transition • Social Security and
Medicaid • Guardianship • Financial Planning• and more!
Target audience:
Family members and caregivers of transition-age youth and
young adults who have developmental disabilities.
While general information will be provided, this event will
primarily focus on resources in southwestern Ohio.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Help Us Get the Word Out...
About 2 weeks ago Disabilities Rights of Ohio (DRO) sued the state of Ohio supposedly on the behalf of people with disabilities. DRO is actually funded by the government as a supposed watch dog. They do not represent all people with disabilities. They especially seem to ignore the concerns of the most vulnerable.
Please take a moment to click on the attached link (there are 2 depending on whether you are a parent/guardian or a friend). You just put your contact information in and it generates a letter. I did find that a few recipients wanted additional information from drop down menus before being able to submit the letter.
Please take a moment to click on the attached link (there are 2 depending on whether you are a parent/guardian or a friend). You just put your contact information in and it generates a letter. I did find that a few recipients wanted additional information from drop down menus before being able to submit the letter.
The Disability Advocacy Alliance is a group that formed last year with the changes initiated last year for people with disabilities that are limiting peoples choices. We met one of the people that started this group when Bill, Robby and I went to Columbus last year.
Thanks for your time and support.
God Bless,
Elise
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Neverland
Elisabeth participated in a school production of "Peter Pan." She auditioned for the play and got the role of "Wendy." The play was created to include all the students in the school so it's a very different story about Peter and friends looking for inclusive opportunities and sharing their differences.
Wendy, John, and Michael come from a very different world but are open to accept Peter Pan and his friends at Neverland -- even Captain Hook, Smee, and Ticktock. As it turns out, they all make friends by sharing what makes them special.
It's sort of like life for our adults and children with disability labels and other challenges. When children and adults developmental patterns diverge from what the rest of the group is doing, they slip further away into a "Neverland" existence. It's because many are lost in our sensory-driven and loco-motor world. A world requiring people to have cognitive, motor, and communication skills to survive. Parents often find themselves in "Neverland" as well from sleep deprivation, worry, and other issues that become barriers to advocating for your child.
This big push for assimilation, integration, and inclusion is confusing. It shows that the policy makers and game changers still have no idea what our children need before undertaking this dramatic transition into community life according to their own unique ability. Instead, they create a very large template and expect each and every student to fit under it.
Peter knew all along that no matter how big you make the template, there will always be a population who will never fit under it. It explains why he stayed in Neverland for so long. But he kept looking until he found a window into Wendy, John, and Michael's world.
Here is the audition tape we submitted for the play:
Wendy, John, and Michael come from a very different world but are open to accept Peter Pan and his friends at Neverland -- even Captain Hook, Smee, and Ticktock. As it turns out, they all make friends by sharing what makes them special.
It's sort of like life for our adults and children with disability labels and other challenges. When children and adults developmental patterns diverge from what the rest of the group is doing, they slip further away into a "Neverland" existence. It's because many are lost in our sensory-driven and loco-motor world. A world requiring people to have cognitive, motor, and communication skills to survive. Parents often find themselves in "Neverland" as well from sleep deprivation, worry, and other issues that become barriers to advocating for your child.
This big push for assimilation, integration, and inclusion is confusing. It shows that the policy makers and game changers still have no idea what our children need before undertaking this dramatic transition into community life according to their own unique ability. Instead, they create a very large template and expect each and every student to fit under it.
Peter knew all along that no matter how big you make the template, there will always be a population who will never fit under it. It explains why he stayed in Neverland for so long. But he kept looking until he found a window into Wendy, John, and Michael's world.
Here is the audition tape we submitted for the play:
Friday, April 1, 2016
Lawsuit seeks community-based options for Ohio's disabled
Lawsuit seeks community-based options for Ohio's disabled but also endangers a population of adults currently receiving services through ICF settings offering safe, quality, and dignified care.
One family I know with two children are currently receiving services through ICF settings. Although the lawsuit is on behalf of families going without any options, waivers, or services, it runs the risk of forced closings of ICFs that appear to be the only option available for a population of children and adults who require specialized services to be integrated into community life.
As it turns out, there are very few community-based options for adults other than going into group homes and jobs. However, if your son or daughter's disability requires more care and cannot work, there are few options as it is.
One family I know with two children are currently receiving services through ICF settings. Although the lawsuit is on behalf of families going without any options, waivers, or services, it runs the risk of forced closings of ICFs that appear to be the only option available for a population of children and adults who require specialized services to be integrated into community life.
As it turns out, there are very few community-based options for adults other than going into group homes and jobs. However, if your son or daughter's disability requires more care and cannot work, there are few options as it is.
Labels:
Disability Rights of Ohio,
Gov. John Kasich of Ohio,
HCDDS,
HCDDS Ohio,
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Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Ohioans with disabilities face changes to sheltered workshops
We all want community integration for our children and adults. Hamilton County Development Disabilities Services is a well-respected and invaluable community resource for bridging our children and adults with severe disabilities into community life by offering specialized workshops and programs according to their ability. Why would CMMS (Center for Medicare & Medicaid Services) and DRO (Disability Rights of Ohio) challenge an invaluable agency like HCDDS already serving a population of adults and children in a community already at risk due to waiting lists, increase in caseloads, and loss in funding from the State of Ohio?
Girl From the North Country
I listen to a lot of music because it provides comfort during times when I am at loss for words. Anytime I start writing about Elisabeth's transition, I am at a loss for words because I feel so much sorrow. I experience sorrow because I know she is losing a valuable connection to her school community. So I am listening to music from a time I was a teenager transitioning into an unknown adulthood. There were choices I made back then that empowered me to be the person I am today.
As my own daughter of 21 years is making her own transition into community life, I wonder what she is drawing upon to bridge into adulthood. Does she realize what's happening? Or is she like most people who take it one day at a time without realizing they're on a pathway through time?
Elisabeth is non-verbal but she is very expressive using sounds, facial cues, and body language bouncing between happy when things are going great and discomfort when things are not so. She is perfect in every way except that she is unable to determine the outcome of her life. She cannot self-determine her life without someone being there, by her side, to make it happen beginning with getting out of bed.
She is also transitioning into community life thanks to the rescue efforts of Hamilton County Developmental Disabilities Services. Up until December, we were without a clue until an announcement was made by one of her transition advocates that funding was available to help her bridge into the community.
The challenge for all of us is defining for her what her community life will look like after she leaves her school community since she cannot determine this on her own. She loves familiarity and closed spaces. She loves navigating through the halls in her school in her gait trainer using the narrow hallways to form a direct pathway into which she must pass through. She loves the echo of basketballs bouncing on wooden floors. She loves ice cream, polished nails, new hair cuts, and sharing her life with anyone pushing her wheelchair.
She has always responded with a determination and purpose at Bobbie B. Fairfax School where her environment was designed for her developing abilities and creating her own milestones. She has developed an ability to do things in this school because it was an environment that allowed her abilities to develop at her own pace. It was a school that understood milestones for one student is going to look very different for another. There were people who challenged her to do what most people take for granted. In just 63 days, that pathway through the hallways and her life for the last 21 years will be a memory.
Looking for a similar environment is very difficult. The hallways, the sounds, and the creative, compassionate, and dedicated people who were part of her progress cannot be duplicated.
Or can it?
With everything changing in the next 63 days, it's hard to imagine how we're going to "reproduce" the same environment to continue getting the desired responses from her. We've had little taste of what happens when things change too quickly for Elisabeth. For example, we noticed dramatic changes in Elisabeth during summer vacations becoming agitated and frustrated because her routine had changed from the school year. So we stayed busy doing things everyday to keep her happy and responsive.
It's hard to imagine what will be going on in Elisabeth's mind when she realizes she's not going back in September which is why transitions are so important for this population of adults wearing a one-size-DOES-NOT-fit all disability label.
Today, I met one of Elisabeth's former pals from school who made that transition a few years ago. She is enrolled at an adult daycare that looks like a huge warehouse on the outside, but inside has spaces allowing interactions to take place between staff and clients. There was a familiarity shining in her eyes as I called out her name and recalled where I knew her from. As I called out the names of her friends and teachers and reported how everyone was doing, she reached out to me. She smiled.
Driving home, I tried to imagine how my daughter would fit in that open space, without any walls to guide her in gait trainer. I hope that as the specialized services change in Ohio, she'll continue experiencing the same confidence and independence in workshops, programs, and activities where she can respond directly. Workshops, programs, and activities that will give her a sense of purpose, dignity, and belonging to a community that values her special abilities.
I imagine that one day someone will recognize her somewhere out in the community and hopefully be blown away by her progress seeing the same determination and purpose in her responses for which she was known. Hopefully, they'll see a spirit that sparkles when her name is being called out for her attention. I hope she will respond in a way that is genuine and meaningful for her.
"I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day"
As my own daughter of 21 years is making her own transition into community life, I wonder what she is drawing upon to bridge into adulthood. Does she realize what's happening? Or is she like most people who take it one day at a time without realizing they're on a pathway through time?
Elisabeth is non-verbal but she is very expressive using sounds, facial cues, and body language bouncing between happy when things are going great and discomfort when things are not so. She is perfect in every way except that she is unable to determine the outcome of her life. She cannot self-determine her life without someone being there, by her side, to make it happen beginning with getting out of bed.
She is also transitioning into community life thanks to the rescue efforts of Hamilton County Developmental Disabilities Services. Up until December, we were without a clue until an announcement was made by one of her transition advocates that funding was available to help her bridge into the community.
The challenge for all of us is defining for her what her community life will look like after she leaves her school community since she cannot determine this on her own. She loves familiarity and closed spaces. She loves navigating through the halls in her school in her gait trainer using the narrow hallways to form a direct pathway into which she must pass through. She loves the echo of basketballs bouncing on wooden floors. She loves ice cream, polished nails, new hair cuts, and sharing her life with anyone pushing her wheelchair.
She has always responded with a determination and purpose at Bobbie B. Fairfax School where her environment was designed for her developing abilities and creating her own milestones. She has developed an ability to do things in this school because it was an environment that allowed her abilities to develop at her own pace. It was a school that understood milestones for one student is going to look very different for another. There were people who challenged her to do what most people take for granted. In just 63 days, that pathway through the hallways and her life for the last 21 years will be a memory.
Looking for a similar environment is very difficult. The hallways, the sounds, and the creative, compassionate, and dedicated people who were part of her progress cannot be duplicated.
Or can it?
With everything changing in the next 63 days, it's hard to imagine how we're going to "reproduce" the same environment to continue getting the desired responses from her. We've had little taste of what happens when things change too quickly for Elisabeth. For example, we noticed dramatic changes in Elisabeth during summer vacations becoming agitated and frustrated because her routine had changed from the school year. So we stayed busy doing things everyday to keep her happy and responsive.
It's hard to imagine what will be going on in Elisabeth's mind when she realizes she's not going back in September which is why transitions are so important for this population of adults wearing a one-size-DOES-NOT-fit all disability label.
Today, I met one of Elisabeth's former pals from school who made that transition a few years ago. She is enrolled at an adult daycare that looks like a huge warehouse on the outside, but inside has spaces allowing interactions to take place between staff and clients. There was a familiarity shining in her eyes as I called out her name and recalled where I knew her from. As I called out the names of her friends and teachers and reported how everyone was doing, she reached out to me. She smiled.
Driving home, I tried to imagine how my daughter would fit in that open space, without any walls to guide her in gait trainer. I hope that as the specialized services change in Ohio, she'll continue experiencing the same confidence and independence in workshops, programs, and activities where she can respond directly. Workshops, programs, and activities that will give her a sense of purpose, dignity, and belonging to a community that values her special abilities.
I imagine that one day someone will recognize her somewhere out in the community and hopefully be blown away by her progress seeing the same determination and purpose in her responses for which she was known. Hopefully, they'll see a spirit that sparkles when her name is being called out for her attention. I hope she will respond in a way that is genuine and meaningful for her.
"I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day"
Tell Me Why...
"Sailing heart-ships
thru broken harbors
Out on the waves in the night
Still the searcher
must ride the dark horse
Racing alone in his fright.Tell me why, tell me why" ~ Neil Young
I'm all over the map on this one. It's depressing news for many of us who know all to well the emotional toll the intense role of caregiving takes on families. A mother ends her daughter's life and then takes her own. It happened to my former boss and his wife ending their life late in their 70s. If you knew the wife, and I knew the wife very well, I couldn't imagine her in a million years first ending her husband's life before ending her own. There was also a wonderful father we knew, a few years ago, who committed suicide leaving his wife and daughter because he was depressed and overwhelmed by caring for his daughter's severe medical needs.
When these people came to the end of their rope, what did they find? What do we hope we find?
We hope we find direct and concrete responses like a call or announcement that funding is available offering independence, quality, and purpose for our loved one's life. We hope we find that help is on the way. We hope that no matter what happens to us -- job loss, cancer, or whatever -- our loved one will enjoy independence, quality, and purposeful life.
We often find through our networking a broken system that continues to challenge us as parents. A system that instead of helping our loved ones, creates a template under which all our children must fit to experience independence, purpose, and quality living. A system that continues to create more barriers for our children then we ever dreamed would stand in their way.
We always hear how we can love someone more than life itself. What happens when a person can no longer bear another day without adequate resources? How does a person arrive on this journey through life where ending it is their only solution?
I have to say their names everyday -- the people I have lost to suicide -- because it helps me re-connect to the sensory and mobility magic of living each day with those people I love more than life.
thru broken harbors
Out on the waves in the night
Still the searcher
must ride the dark horse
Racing alone in his fright.Tell me why, tell me why" ~ Neil Young
I'm all over the map on this one. It's depressing news for many of us who know all to well the emotional toll the intense role of caregiving takes on families. A mother ends her daughter's life and then takes her own. It happened to my former boss and his wife ending their life late in their 70s. If you knew the wife, and I knew the wife very well, I couldn't imagine her in a million years first ending her husband's life before ending her own. There was also a wonderful father we knew, a few years ago, who committed suicide leaving his wife and daughter because he was depressed and overwhelmed by caring for his daughter's severe medical needs.
When these people came to the end of their rope, what did they find? What do we hope we find?
We hope we find direct and concrete responses like a call or announcement that funding is available offering independence, quality, and purpose for our loved one's life. We hope we find that help is on the way. We hope that no matter what happens to us -- job loss, cancer, or whatever -- our loved one will enjoy independence, quality, and purposeful life.
We often find through our networking a broken system that continues to challenge us as parents. A system that instead of helping our loved ones, creates a template under which all our children must fit to experience independence, purpose, and quality living. A system that continues to create more barriers for our children then we ever dreamed would stand in their way.
We always hear how we can love someone more than life itself. What happens when a person can no longer bear another day without adequate resources? How does a person arrive on this journey through life where ending it is their only solution?
I have to say their names everyday -- the people I have lost to suicide -- because it helps me re-connect to the sensory and mobility magic of living each day with those people I love more than life.
Friday, March 11, 2016
Tao of Stem Cells...
I use this title to give reference to Aiden Crane's Dad, "Useless Tree" blog because after reading some of the entries on his blog, I found myself time traveling back to China during the 5th century b.c.
Some of the details about China at this point in history are fuzzy. It has been a very long time since I read the court annuls, philosophies, and folk stories that emerged from this time in history.
"If you have a thing to shrink, you must first stretch it;
If you would have a thing weakened, you must first strengthen it;
If you would take from a thing, you must first give to it."
Then, I remember this dream:
I see Lao Tzu (old man) is writing out his "five thousand characters" near the Pass, and I hear the comforting words below from Confucius saying we must love without discrimination even though warring factions are brewing and warlords will be soon ascending upon this place of tranquility.
I am weary of war.
My body flies over the Himalayas to stop in India where Susrata is doing the first cataract operation and over in Greece where Alcmaeon of Croton is making the connection between the brain, blood vessels, and arteries.
I am carried further back to unrecorded time finding a person hovering over another person who appears to be dead. It appears this person is carving a sharp object into the dead human body. In the bushes, there is person hiding who gasps at what is happening and runs away. The person continues with the work at hand but is interrupted later by a group of people who are shouting. It looks like this person with the sharp object is trying to explain something but nobody is listening. He is engulfed by the sound.
I am weary of ignorance and fear.
I think about the consequences resulting from the very first person who performed an autopsy with all the associated cultural taboos and how similar the situation is today for a young geneticist finding a way to reverse a mutation.
We ask, where do we draw the line?
If we draw a line, we are disconnecting the present from the future, the past from the present, or the past from the future. And time is not linear.
It seems like all the primitive forces of nature known to humans appear to be flowing in one direction while forces driving the inquisitive nature of humans are flowing in the opposite direction.
This is the Tao of Stem Cells.
Some of the details about China at this point in history are fuzzy. It has been a very long time since I read the court annuls, philosophies, and folk stories that emerged from this time in history.
"If you have a thing to shrink, you must first stretch it;
If you would have a thing weakened, you must first strengthen it;
If you would take from a thing, you must first give to it."
Then, I remember this dream:
I see Lao Tzu (old man) is writing out his "five thousand characters" near the Pass, and I hear the comforting words below from Confucius saying we must love without discrimination even though warring factions are brewing and warlords will be soon ascending upon this place of tranquility.
I am weary of war.
My body flies over the Himalayas to stop in India where Susrata is doing the first cataract operation and over in Greece where Alcmaeon of Croton is making the connection between the brain, blood vessels, and arteries.
I am carried further back to unrecorded time finding a person hovering over another person who appears to be dead. It appears this person is carving a sharp object into the dead human body. In the bushes, there is person hiding who gasps at what is happening and runs away. The person continues with the work at hand but is interrupted later by a group of people who are shouting. It looks like this person with the sharp object is trying to explain something but nobody is listening. He is engulfed by the sound.
I am weary of ignorance and fear.
I think about the consequences resulting from the very first person who performed an autopsy with all the associated cultural taboos and how similar the situation is today for a young geneticist finding a way to reverse a mutation.
We ask, where do we draw the line?
If we draw a line, we are disconnecting the present from the future, the past from the present, or the past from the future. And time is not linear.
It seems like all the primitive forces of nature known to humans appear to be flowing in one direction while forces driving the inquisitive nature of humans are flowing in the opposite direction.
This is the Tao of Stem Cells.
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