Thursday, March 28, 2013

WHAT WILL BECOME OF THEM?

 
AWAITING THEIR FATES 
 
 
 
Pheasant feathers, pine cones, a bit of birch ... what will they become?

LOTS of pine cones, some destined to become Christmas ornaments ... the others, who knows?

Puffy wild grasses ... some of the stalks are eight feet or more.

A slice of wood - I see a horse head with arched neck.  The piece is about 16 inches.

One of many shells ... this one is six inches across and five inches high.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Hmmm...What IF?

Some time ago I was on line, 'talking' to a group of people who were all in a tizz about what they would do if 'something really bad' happened and they had to take care of themselves. 

There was a lot of 'what-iffing' going on and somebody asked me what I would do if my power went out. 

I said I'd use my oil lamps for light. 

What about charging your phone and computer? 

I have an adaptor for the cigarette lighter in my vehicle that I can plug both into and charge them pretty quickly. 

What about cooking? 

I have an awesome wood cook stove in my kitchen and plenty of wood stockpiled. 

Heat? 

The cook stove heats the house quite effectively, thank you very much.  Plus my house is set up so I don't have to heat all of it unless I want to.

Hot water? 

Big kettles on the cook stove, hel-lo-oo. 

Well, what about WATER?  What if you lose your city water supply? 

For starters, I have a LOT of jugs filled already.  Also, if it's winter there's usually plenty of fresh snow all over the ground.  AND my cistern collects water from my rain gutters. 

Oh. 

That pretty much shut them up. 

Just sayin'.  It's not really all that complicated and it hasn't really been all THAT long since our progenitors were 'roughing it'.  If need be, we can certainly manage.

Chess Pieces




FOR TESS

 
Can't get this one to rotate *sigh*.  These are the work of Helen Gibson Branson, my grandmother.  I think in a previous post I show them, only not sideways ...
 
 
 
The glass lampshade came to me from my grandmother Johnnie Lee Duran Blanton via my mother Wauna Lee Blanton Branson.  It's mounted on a heavy vintage lamp base that I bought in Victor, Colorado at an antique shop there.  The lamp is standing on top of a 'Domino Table', also from my grandmother via my mother.  Mom says it belonged to HER grandmother Blanton.  The quilt was made by Johnnie Lee.  The dresser came from the Hotel here in Fessenden and is dated circa 1920, maybe a little earlier.

 
Here's one of the metal bedsteads; it's in the morning room of my house right now.  The style is quite similar to a brass one that I'm in the process of restoring (off with the paint!).

 
The story that goes with this dresser is that when my grandmother needed storage space but had little floor-space, she cut the legs off of this dresser as well as another one which she had gotten from her mother (said to have come to Kansas in a covered wagon) and stacked this one on top of the other.  The older part needs restoring.
 

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Pins, Needles, Knives, Arrows, Swords, and Spears

Sometimes a person crosses my path whose angst is so powerful that I can't tolerate being in their vicinity. 

It's not their fault really, but neither is is MY fault. 

And so it's better all the way around for me to make my exit.  

Were I to stay, one of two things would probably happen:

1)  I would lose my temper
2)  They would lose theirs

Hence a strategic retreat is a good idea.

IT'S SUPPOSED TO GET ABOVE FREEZING PRETTY SOON!

I check the extended forecast on a fairly regular basis, because hope springs eternal and all that. 

THIS time when I looked I saw that April is supposed to be a bit of an improvement on what March has been like in this neck of the woods. 

Maybe not MUCH of an improvement, but at this point I'll take what I can get! 

Temperatures above freezing is something to look forward to!

No, we don't want things to warm up TOO quickly, no matter that we would dearly LOVE to be back in flip-flops outside. 

That would spell trouble in terms of flooding. 

While my immediate vicinity isn't in much danger of serious flooding, some parts of this state ARE. 

So a slow spring is to be hoped for, even though I personally am in a great hurry for it to warm up and be NICE out there! 

I am very much looking forward to the yearly inspection tours of my yard to see what's coming up, what's getting leaves, and figuring out what flowers I want to put where. 

I WANT to see the day lily shoots poking up!

I WANT to see the lilac leaves budding!

I WANT to watch the hollyhocks coming up!

I WANT TO!!!!!

But I'm willing to wait a little longer if I have to, which I do. 

Murder and Mahem - I Tell Ya!

Kate Emerson has an incredible array of histories and stories about the Tudor Women. 

I just finished reading them, from A to Z, and I have to say that the journey was fascinating.

Frankly, learning as much as I did about the way things were back in those days makes me very grateful for life as we now know it. 

Changes were happening in England between 1485 and 1603 but this isn't a history lesson.

It's simply my reaction to having read a lot of data about a time I hadn't been all that familiar with. 

Someone asked me why I was reading about it. 

I guess because I'm curious about what life was like back then, and there's no other way to find out. 

By the time I got to the Zs I was distinctly relieved that I would soon be saying goodbye to all those poor ladies.  Not that they were technically poor, mind you; some of them were incredibly wealthy.  It's just that reading their stories was quite a bit like watching a generational soap opera filled with drama and pathos and I felt sorry for them. 

You know what got to me, aside from the obvious things about politics and religion?

It was the custom of wardships for the little ones whose fathers died.  So few of the women actually got to raise their own children if the fathers died.  The crown got custody and sold the wardships to whomever it chose.  I know it was just the way it was and no doubt most of the women were fine with it (like they had any choice) but still ... it seems just wrong somehow.  Some of those kids were 'sold' time and again when they were little.

On the other hand, some of the girls I read about had awesome educations.  Not all by a long shot, but some of them did. 

ANYWAY, I'm glad I'm done with that bit of my research.  The stories will stick in my mind, I just know it, and that's okay.  It gave me a good idea of what life was like in another time, in snippets of information about a wide variety of people. 

Again, when it comes to the portraits of the people, I realize that no doubt smiles weren't part of the deal back then.  Even so, I never saw a more miserable-looking bunch in my life. 

One thing I did find out - when I'm reading history sites about that period I almost feel as though I know the people they're talking about, in a more real sense.  It's no longer just a list of names and places and events.  REAL people did those things and were affected by them; it's not just words on paper (or on my screen).

Monday, March 18, 2013

A BIT OF AN UPDATE !!

 
BEEN GETTNG SOME THINGS IN PLACE AROUND HERE
 
My antique kitchen needed rearranging, so I went ahead and got 'er done.  The hutch you see below belonged to my great-grandmother, spent many decades stashed in the barn in CO, with my grandmother regularly relegating it to the town dump and Grandad just as regularly going out and bringing it back to the barn.  In due course I got permission to take it out of there; Steve and I stripped it of the layers of paint and reinforced it here and there (okay, it was mostly Steve but I supervised).  It's been here and there with me over the course of the years and I love it dearly.  Its most recent home is the nook in my antique kitchen, moved away from the windows so the light can come in (and so I can get my freezer from the basement through the door).  When we re-did it, we oiled the wood instead of varnishing it, so I re-oiled it too as it's been a good while since it was last done.
The little wood stove you see in front of it is the one that was back stage at the theatre (must have been used as a prop).  I kept it to use as a planter but then decided to get stove pipe and hook it up to see if it worked.  It worked great!  Not as well as the bigger kitchen stove I have replaced it with, but it heated things up pretty well for something so little!  Now I'm not sure what I'll do with it - probably use it for a planter until I get around to building the little rock house I want in my back yard (or courtyard, don't know which yet) and then maybe it can go in there.
 

Obviously I haven't gotten the kitchen cook stove refurbished yet, but it's worked like a charm all winter anyway!  The green wooden cupboard is (I think) of an age with this house so belongs in the kitchen.  Please know that the 'distressed' look of it has been left that way intentionally.  Not being a drinker, the wine rack on top of it holds my rolling pins.  The newly white wall (used to be bright yellow) is fire-retardant.  I want bricks on that wall but don't know when/if that will happen.
 
 
Here's an empty spot between the attic hall door and the door to the butler's pantry (in the dining room, which has five doors all told, plus two windows).

 
Below, something everyone in my generation of Colorado Bransons will recognize.  Grandma made it and it hung in her house for I don't know how long.  Supporting it are Grandad's work spurs.

 
The peony in this work was traced from the bottom-most (original, I'm thinking) layer of wallpaper ceiling border in this room.  This piece now hangs over the attic hall door.

 
Over the door to the butler's pantry are:  one of my paintings and two of my grandmother's embroidery pieces, companions to the horseback cowboy.  She displayed them together and so shall I.

 
This bookshelf wall is finally beginning to come together.  It ain't fancy, but it's getting done.

 

 The wooden fence enclosing my back and north side yard came from my step-dad Earl Fike (I think he got it from my Aunt Delores but don't quote me on that).  This part is as high as I am tall, five feet plus a little.  If that drift reaches the top of the fence, I'm heading south.  And this hasn't really even been all that bad of a winter for us, relatively speaking.  Still ... it's the principle of the thing.  When the snow gets taller than me it's time I was someplace else.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH ...

*Laughter*
 
Lest anyone think I've been doing nothing except pattering, thinking, and sleeping, let me assure you that a few other things have been getting tended to as well. 
 
I finally finished that scrub top I made out of a Liz Claiborne collection skirt.  It's not perfect but 1) I never claimed to be a professional seamstress and 2) it's a SCRUB TOP for heaven's sake.  Functionality is what matters and it will function just fine.  It has big pockets.
 
I've finally begun getting that hand water pump ready to be installed in the old kitchen.  It will go right next to the old (non-working) sink in there, a logical place in MY mind as the drain of that old sink is still functional. 
 
Other rearranging in the old kitchen will begin as soon as I get done pattering here.  I'm going to move the antique cupboard, and the shelves that top it, to the top of the radiator by the back door. 
 
Why?
 
Because it will fit there and my 'Grandmother Hutch' won't. 
 
So?
 
SO ... I want to move the hutch into the nook where the cupboard is now. 
 
Why? 
 
Because I want the windows cleared to let the sunshine in. 
 
Why? 
 
Because I might want to put plants in front of that window.  It would make a good hospital for any ailing plants that happen to come along during our garden shop this spring. 
 
Plus, if I move the hutch I can bring that old freezer up from the basement and through the house, instead of having to shovel or plow the whole area from beside the house clear back to the alley so I can take it out that door, and I'd probably get good and stuck a dozen times in the process of doing it that way, so it just makes sense.  ALSO, the hutch was too close to the old kitchen sink and I need that space for the pump.
 
If you say so. 
 
I do say so. 
 
And I'm right. 
 
So put that in your pipe and smoke it. 
 
On other fronts ... 
 
Just because I'm not pattering about everything does not mean I'm not, in the appropriate places of my brain, processing a lot of information. 
 
For one thing, I have NOT forgotten that I'm going to be doing the garden shop thing with my sister this spring.  I have in my head the exact list of flowers and garden plants I'll need to look for and buy.  It's right there, don't worry about it. 
 
The MTW in the Forks isn't slated to begin until after the plants are done anyway so don't be having fits about it.  I said I'd begin the introducing thing in April, not the whole nine yards for cryin' out loud. 
 
Sheesh! 
 
I tell ya:  sometimes these internal dialogues can be irritating. 
 
Sitting just over there is my sewing machine.  Also sitting right over there are the makings for a quilt I'm going to put together one of these days.  I have to be in the right mood for sewing, but the stuff is ready whenever I am. 
 
The guy at work that I'm going to be collaberating with on a painting is getting his end of things in order.  Me, I'm going to paint a skyscape or some such and he's going to do a silhouette to super-impose over it. 
 
Because he has to do his work on the computer, we're going to do our pieces separately and then put them on a flash drive.  I can take the drive to Kinko's and they'll put the two together on a canvas of whatever size we want.  It's going to be a really fun project. 
 
I'll take my painting stuff over to where he is on one of these next of my days off, set up an easel, and entertain the heck out of everyone for a while.  It's not exactly my normal work environment when I'm painting, but what the heck.  If I don't like the one I produce there I'll just do another one in the privacy of my studio.  Either way it's going to be fun for everyone involved.
 
Still on one of my front burners is getting that Bug Book done for my grandboy.  It's harder than you'd think.  But once it's done he's going to love it.  I'll mail it to him, which makes it even more fun because everyone likes getting packages, especially ones they aren't expecting right then. 
 
I've also got illustrations in the works for one of the stories I'm getting ready for Tess to use in her classroom. 
 
So you see, it's not as though I've been doing nothing except put together a new blog and think about what I'm planning for my future. 
 
 
 


WIN-WIN : Do Both : I Can Make It Work

Sleeping on things after having thought about them and pattered on them sometimes brings clarity and definition.  Give my brain the givens and it figures it out in my sleep.

Here's an example of what I mean: 

*I've been needing and wanting a change for some time now, that's one given. 

*I adore and mightily miss my daughters and the younglings, that's a given.

*I love my home, my sisters, my dog, and my job - in that order - that's another given.  I don't want to have to give them up entirely.

*My go-to place at times like this in my life has always been UND, that's a given. 

Those are the givens my brain had to work with last night as I slept.

Always before I've been essentially running for my life when I've headed for UND. 

I have to remember that this time is different in that way.  For the first time ever I won't have to leave behind everything and everyone I love where I'm AT in order to get to where I'm GOING. 

Believe me, for a person like me that's an incredibly difficult concept to accept.  It's taken some conscious and sub-conscious cogitating (thinking, pattering, sleeping) to even bring it to my attention. 

And so the thought surfaces:  What if ... just WHAT IF ... I could have BOTH? 

As soon as that phrase 'What if...' popped up I knew I was going to figure out a way to make it happen.  From here on it's just a matter of logistics.

Having a CNA work schedule that finally allows me some 'down time' means a couple of things to me:
1)  I'm getting more rest
2)  More re-charging time (pattering, artwork, etc.)
3)  More energy
4)  More time to think
5)  More time to evaluate and assess
6)  More time to research
7)  More time to follow up

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AND 

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IF I do it right, I'll have the time and energy to invest in lending a hand to whatever projects at UND or the Greater Grand Forks Area I take an interest in. 

See, the thing is that I CAN do both.  I don't have to LIVE in the Forks in order to be involved there.  This time I have a safe home of my own; I'm not running for my life.

I can do quite a bit in just the time that I have in between my CNA shifts. 

It's a win-win. 

I'll be more relaxed and happy as a CNA and I'll also be meeting my own needs to 1) have family time 2) be doing something good for someone else 3) keep my home intact 4) work on my own projects.

If/when something changes, so be it. 

For right now I'm looking at nothing more than simply re-introducing myself to Grand Forks. 

I can do that by just going there and literally introducing myself at the Women's Center, at Conflict Resolution, at the Office of the President (that's where the Ombudsperson thing is coming out of), at Alpha Chi (the girls there now will be different from the last time I was there, remember), and take it from there. 

I have to be in the Cities the end of this month so I've got a little time to play with here.  April would be a good time for me to start the introducing myself thing, although I can certainly do emails and phone calls before then if I get in a great big hurry about it. 

One of the biggest factors is that I'll have regularly scheduled time in the Forks - say every other Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday as that fits perfectly into my CNA schedule and allows me some home time - so my daughters will know I'll be there and we can make plans.  I'm deliberately keeping my non-CNA weekends free because (finances permitting) that's when I'd be making any trips to the Cities to see Tess and Matt. 

See what I mean? 

A little thinking.
A little pattering.
A little sleeping.

Voila!

Win-win.

He Who Knows Not

He who knows not
and knows not that he knows not
is a fool
shun him
 
He who knows not
and knows that he knows not
is a child
teach him
 
He who knows
and knows not that he knows
is asleep
wake him
 
He who knows
and knows that he knows
is wise
follow him
 
 
I have no idea whose words these are nor when/where I learned them.  Anyone who does, please let me know.

BLAME IT ON BEING INFJ

BEING INFJ IS NOT A WALK IN THE PARK
 
 
Frankly, personality types are not the be all and end all of anyone; it's a contributing factor that can come in handy at times, though. 
 
If you've taken the MBTI (Myers Briggs Type Indicator) and consistently come up INFJ, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about; if not, don't worry about it because you'll never in this life be able to understand (nobody can, so don't fret yourself about it) - all you can hope for is possibly getting a handle on what to expect from us. 
 
One thing that is on my mind today is the concept of being able to 'read people'.  
 
Someone once put it this way:  'These are the people that you can rarely fool any of the time.'  Pretty sure that was a guy by the name of Joe Butt.  
 
He was referring to what seems to be an instinctive ability to grasp, almost immediately, 'something' about the other person that tells us a great deal about that person.  We don't know how we do it, so don't ask us.  Even if we DID know, chances are we wouldn't be able to explain it.  Even if we COULD explain it, chances are we wouldn't do it anyway for a couple of reasons:  1)  we don't think you'd be able to follow our explanation, and 2)  we don't really care all that much whether you understand it or not, or even whether WE understand it or not.  It just is and that's that.
 
Right off the top of my head I can think of a few situations in which this ability has come in handy.  Of course at the TIME I had not the faintest idea that this particular function was at work.  I just knew that there was something about a person that made me either trust them or want to run immediately to some safe place.  When it kicks in that strong that fast, it's most often someone I really do NOT want to be around.  Most often it turns out to be a wise choice to leave the area immediately because chances are that person will harm me in some way, given the chance. 
 
Quite honestly I have no idea why on earth anyone would want to harm another, aside from vengeance, but some just do. 
 
At any rate, I've been told more than once that there's something about me that makes others want to either help me or harm me; there doesn't seem to be much in the middle.  Maybe it's a universal type of thing, this whatever it is that we have that impacts people that way; I wouldn't know, but I reckon that if it was common there would be no need to comment on it - so maybe it's just us.  Or maybe it's just me ...
 
The kicker about this whole 'reading people' thing is that after finding ourselves consistently right, we trust our instincts - and then all too often we choose to give someone the benefit of the doubt ANYWAY, because we really do want to believe in that person, and find ourselves getting burned yet again. 
 
Gullibity isn't something you'd expect to find in people who instinctively KNOW when someone's gulling them but there you have it.  It just is.  It seems to be a paradox, but the desire to believe that the best in the other person will rise to the occasion is so strong that we CHOOSE to gamble on it.  Mostly we lose, but once in a while it works, just enough to keep us gambling - which is what gambling is all about in the first place, sigh. 
 
Another kicker of this particular 'gift' is that we're incredibly vulnerable to whatever's going on within the people around us.  We pick up on it automatically, can't help it because we're hard-wired that way, and it impacts us accordingly.  We don't just 'pick up on' something; we have a tendency to 'pick it up', absorb it, and shoulder it internally somehow - so we end up carrying an emotional load that's not really exactly our own. 
 
Again, it's not an easy thing to define; you either 'get it' or you don't and that's okay.  We don't expect people to understand us, not really; what makes it okay is that WE understand YOU.  We know that nobody (usually) deliberately sets out to load us down with a lot of emotional distress.  It's just there.  And because it's there, you can bet your bottom dollar that we're liable to pick it up and carry it; not that we do it on purpose - we're not a bunch of masochists, you know. 
 
We don't CHOOSE the phenomenon, but it's like a magnet.  If there are emotional pins, or needles, or nails, or knives, or spears, or machetes floating around they just fly right into us, whether they're aimed at us or not, and it's not exactly a pleasant sensation.  
 
Self-preservation being another instinct, it doesn't take us long to figure out that a little protection might be in order.  We'll wrap ourselves in an impenetrable shield, or as impenetrable as we can make it.  Otherwise the bombardment would destroy us. 
 
That's one of the reasons you'll find us quite very hard to get to know very well. 
 
Yes, we come across as aloof - we HAVE to be that way, or else we'd be open to every last pin, needle, knife, spear, and machete out there. 
 
It's okay for you to go ahead and say well that's just weird and you're either making it up or you're crazy.  It IS weird; I'm not making it up; and I'm not technically or literally crazy although I have a well-loved niece who used to call me Loopy on a regular basis.  She was more technically and literally right than she thought, as my brain really does tend to function in 'loops', utilizing all four quadrants almost equally.  That too is a mite unusual in this neck of the woods.  Which is neither here nor there right now. 
 
I was talking about intuition and 'reading people'. 
 
There's another reason we work very hard to minimize or hide this particular trait:  once people become aware of it, perhaps having seen it in action a time or two, they become altogether too self-conscious.  One of my other nieces tells me, 'Quit reading my mind - it's creepy!'  I've been asked, 'Can you read my mind?'  or 'Are you reading my mind?' 
 
No.  I can't.  No.  I'm not. 
 
The problem is that it can seem that way, and nobody really wants to hang around with someone THAT perceptive; I don't care how many people try to refute that statement - it's true and we all know it.  So up go the shields and on go the masks.  
 
No wonder it seems to be a common thing for INFJs to feel as though they're on stage when they're around other people. 

Aloof may be a label that fits; phony does not. 
 
This is going to sound like another paradox, but generally what you choose to see is what you're most likely to get; but what you do NOT choose to see, or what you CAN not see for whatever reason, is by far the larger part of who and what we are.  The phrase 'what you see is what you get' does apply, but not in the way most people interpret it.  It's a very small tip of a very large iceberg.
 
Make no mistake, and I can't emphasize this too much, what you DO see is without a doubt as honest and sincere as the day is long, and I'm talking about mid-summer in the Arctic here - VERY long days. 
 
We do pick and choose what we allow to be observed, but we seem incapable of malicious deceit and abhor it to the point of being unwilling/unable to tolerate it.
 
And therein lies yet another of those paradox things.  The very skills which are so vital to our self-survival are skills of camouflage. 
 
We are maybe the most adaptable people on the face of the earth - to a degree. 
 
Being able to read people comes in mighty handy when it comes to figuring out what is called for in any given situation. 
 
The roles we choose to take on are not play-acting.  They are legitimate aspects of our own inner selves that come to the fore when called upon and as circumstances dictate.  The unremitting personal integrity that pervades us will not allow us to present a false face.  Yet the roles we choose to adopt do not, or very rarely, represent the totality of what's in there. 
 
While we will rarely, if ever, allow anyone full access to our own inner selves (I'm not sure we CAN), there's a funny kind of irony in being able to see through the posturings and contrived acts that others put on and seem to believe are utterly convincing. 
 
Never ever EVER try to lie to us.  Okay, you can lie to your heart's content.  We might let you get away with it as most of the time it's no big deal - but we'll know, and whatever trust might have been building will be down the tubes in no time flat. 
 
That's just the bottom line. 
 
It's not like we go around reading people like books all the time; in fact more often than not we'll avoid having to do so every chance we get.  But sometimes it's unavoidable, when the pins, needles, knives, spears, and machetes are literally filling the air around us, when our defenses are down because of fatigue or some other factor, or when those missiles ARE aimed at us, however cleverly the attacker thinks s/he has them concealed.  We never forget that we CAN.  Also, more frequently than we let on, we DO. 
 
That can be intimidating for most people, but in reality it's not all that much of a much.  Don't forget that we are basically ruled by our personal integrity; I would bet that finding INFJs who don't have a conscience would require searching the world over for a very long time. 
 
Speaking of tips of icebergs ... this big long spiel that I've just pattered out is only just barely a measureable fraction of what's all in there. 
 
Just so you know.
 


Do You Believe A Bully Will Ever Change?

I'm certainly no expert on bullying. 

I've run across a few of them in the course of my years, and have had a couple of them significantly impact my life. 

What is domestic violence but bullying? 

What is harrassment at work but bullying? 

I knew one particular bully when she was a kid in school.  She's still a bully.  She thinks she's being more subtle now but being INFJ (a MBTI personality type) I trust my instinct that red flags this person every time I see her.  She hasn't changed one whit. 

The jury is still out on another person.  There's hope.  I don't have enough contact with him to gauge, but he wasn't what I think of as a 'natural' bully in the first place so there is surely hope. 

Anyway, that's my take on it.

Such as it is.

Violence Against Women

I started another new blog.

Into it goes stuff I've kept mostly away from people because the subject matter is sensitive and difficult for me to address. 

Still, maybe it's time to get it out of my system, so to speak. 

shielabransondv.blogspot.com

Friday, March 1, 2013

February 28, 2013 : Doing My Homework

This is my quiet day, the first of my days off after making it through my work schedule relatively intact.  Tomorrow I will have regained my energy and drive and be back up and out and doing, but today is my quiet day, to spend recharging and relaxing. 

And so today I have decided to begin quietly doing my homework. 

My daughters are in agreement, and I concur, that a change of some kind is in order for me. 

Having finally grasped the concept that there are inevitabilities in my life from which there will never be a true escape; and, realizing that spending the remainder of that life in my current situation is untenable; and, being perfectly able to research and locate options that reach out and grab my attention and interest; and, knowing that my alma mater has never once let me down in any quest I've ever had for 1) a new direction, 2) a nurturing of my strengths, and 3) an environment both as exciting and as challenging as I choose to make it ...
...

... I have chosen to begin my research, my homework if you will, on this quiet day exploring possible options at UND. 

The University of North Dakota in Grand Forks has been my 'go to' place for the entirety of my adult life.  It has sheltered me when I was in danger; it has gifted me with knowledge and experience; it has been there for me. 

And so, yes, now I am finally at a place in my life where I'm strong enough to want to be able to give back, at least a little. 

I have no money to donate but I do have more of my own self to share than ever before, and maybe I can find a niche where I can be useful in some small way. 

In the course of my homework I found that they're directing attention toward an area that has been part of everything I've ever done - Conflict Resolution.  They're also going to be hiring an Ombudsperson, a one-year pilot program.  Maybe they'll want a part time support person - I have a feeling this is going to grow very quickly ... they're going to need help.  I can help.  I can do that. 

I can also spend time at the Women's Center.

And Alpha Chi.  Oh yes.  Alpha Chi Omega.  The Symphony.