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10 things I love/hate about you Korea! No. 1

Posted in beauty, Korea, life, mind & spirit, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 31, 2018 by jengrabesculpture

Now that I am coming to the end of my gap year that has been extended (to include another year plus 6 months)….

I am deeply reflecting on the time I have been here. I was so excited and fresh faced when I stepped off the plane on April 17, 2016.  After a week of Jet Lag, training, sharing an apartment with 6 other people literally crammed into our 3 BR apt with beds jammed up next to each other….it was quite a culture shock.  After a while I began to see that this would become the new normal.  People everywhere, sharing spaces, small spaces with even smaller dimensions.  There seemed to be no apparant rules to movement on the side walk, no following the rules of walking on the left passing on the right. I can’t tell you how many times someone stopped literally right in front of me to talk on their phone. Hey how about pulling over to the right or left? No. No such courtesy rule exists here. People who are used to it just flow around the obstacle like water.

buildings city city view cityscape

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The architecture and beauty became my saving grace. I began to love ‘the Land of the Morning Calm”. I am sure it was like that at one time. In the city the last word I would use to describe Seoul is ‘calm’.   If I could step back in time before the hustle bustle, the industrial growth and all that is South Korea now, I maybe could experience the calm.  In the country exists a quiet and calm. One time I was in Yangpyeong it was truly restful and calm.  The journey has been an interesting one. This is my first trip across the ocean outside of my native North America.

 

 

beautiful daylight fall korea

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what if I was a Dr.?

Posted in career, dreams with tags , , on May 27, 2018 by jengrabesculpture

If I was a Doctor what would I be doing? This is not the first time this idea has occurred to me. I had a dream about it years ago, that I still remember quite vividly. I was wearing a white coat and going from room to room examing patients with a team of nurses,  I was telling them what was to be done for the patient, most of the treatments that I recommended were with the use of natural remedies.  Strange that it wasn’t using allopathic medicine.  Maybe these were hopeless cases or maybe the treatment was simple enough that it could be used, or maybe the patients simply could not afford traditional medicine.  For whatever the reason, I had the answers, I knew how to diagnose and I recommended the remedy. That is a good feeling to be respected. It’s also a good feeling to have useful information that can help someone or possibly save their life. Some of these patients had bedsores so deep that you could see their bone.  I was a compassionate caregiver in my dream.

Along the same lines of helping someone in a medical capacity I had thought about having a Doctoral in Education and worked as a research assistant for a time. That one experience changed my mind about doing doctoral research because of the exhausting process of helping someone else achieve their dream, I didn’t have the strength to do it for myself.

Other times I have been approached by someone in private and asked for counsel. So these experiences made me think I might like being a Psychiatrist. I was beside myself to give any tangible advice to anyone at the time. It always seems to me that it was just at that moment a perfect stranger trusted me enough to share a confidence. It happened so much that I thought hey I should be getting paid for this!  Once again I had the remedy, even though I wasn’t aware. I don’t feel I would be much help to a person who was terribly sick however, like someone with an aberrant behavior problem. I will leave that level of abnormal psychology to the forensic experts.

At the heart of what each human needs is just someone to listen. Someone to withhold judgment for a moment and let them just share what is on their heart. This is a very difficult thing to do because if we feel uncomfortable we want to say or do something to exit the conversation. If however, we do stay and try not to solve the problem for them, something very significant happens. They find a solution themselves. We can ask a series of questions that can be helpful to guide them but ultimately it is their decision which direction they want to take with their problem. We can help them isolate the feeling and feel it for that 50 minutes in conversation.

Being a classroom teacher for ESL has brought me into some very deep discussions with my students. What can start out as general topics for discussion in the thought process of opening up can trigger some memories that people have remained closed up about. So, we cannot predict what people might say when we invite or give them the opportunity to say whats on their mind.

At present, I don’t have the answer for what kind of Dr. I would be. What I do know is that I have the desire, whether I have the steam or not to do it? That  is a mystery.blog

divine diva of beginnings and endings

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on September 10, 2012 by jengrabesculpture

I am a stranger here. Passing through trying to make some sense of a life lived. An observer of a life.  I am going to tell the story of a woman who became a young girl, who became a woman again.  She went through the pains of birth several times, she was alive and then she died, she was raised from the dead ashes of a woman’s body several times. She destroyed herself, and then rebuilt. She is a mogul magnate.  Reincarnator divine diva of beginnings and endings.  She goes by several aliases.  I didn’t set out to tell her story. I wanted to write a blog about my works in sculpture.  I became fascinated with her when I was introduced to her. Shortly thereafter I started this blog and that is when  I really came to know her. She could be a creation of mine, a living sculpture.  Why do I want to talk about her?  That remains to be seen. The furthest thing from my mind at the time.  She didn’t seem like a particularly interesting person until I got to know her.  Quiet , reserved and then suddenly zany.  That type of person always fascinates me.  Perhaps she felt comfortable sharing with me and so she opened up. She felt safe.  When I began asking her questions she typically would answer a question with another question. Was that her way of dodging me?  It seems the closer I would come to knowing her the more she would shape-shift and I would become blind-sighted.  Her chamelion-like charm kept my interest. I had to know this woman.  What was she really all about?

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