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An Interdisciplinary Approach to Paleo-ontological Ecology of the PNW: Part One

 

 

 

The Pacific Northwest is a veritable garden with a rich tepestry of geologic changes, dramatic and varied landscapes, and an intersection of ancient biomes. Many cultures and animals have been a part of this history since it was part of Pangea, a uni-continent that bubbled apart across the globe over the last 2 to 300 million years. Much of what we know, or thought we knew, has largely remained unchanged outside some rare and fortunate chance discoveries, although the last few decades have been illuminating, so we are going to put a succint picture together for this small portion of the planet.

A quick search of continental drift shows us how the tectonic plates have drifted apart and together many times, slowing down about the Triassic period to about where we now sit. Even more recently, particular to our Pacific Northwest area, is the Cascade Episode, where the Juan de Fuca plate met the western edge of the North American plate, diving underneath and buckling the land, eventually forming the Cascades over the last 6 million years or so.  It was during the times of connection and isolation, creating what is known as "the Wallace line" around the world, showing out this tectonic activity by the fauna difference along particular invisible barriers, while also both migrating and evolving on the cusp of the Holocene. It was this line that pointed science to earlier mechanisms at play than simple co-location (see also biogeology for this intriguing phenomenon, which shall not be discussed here).

 

There are ample fossils to indicate the megafauna that inhabited the North American Continent, and that show we sit now on what used to be multiple plates, which is why the continental divide is so different on each side (they used to be halfway around the world from each other) and why the whole biomes are so dispirate. In particular, the PNW contains five different belts! The area boasted large beasts such as sabre-tooth and scimitar-tooth cats, dire wolves (that appear to be genetically related to jackals not wolves), mammoths and mastodons, American Lions, American Hyenas, giant sloths, and a terrifying creature called a short-nosed bear whose fossils were found near tule locations. :arge amounts of prey and huge predators were crossing the Bering, the Cascades were rising, and a new species of ungulate arrived on the fossil scene -- white tail deer. The same we have today, just 5 million years ago.

 

In his book, Deer of the World: Their Evolution, Behavior and Ecology, by Valerius Geist, the author explains that while other modern ungulates here in North America are measured in the tens of thousands of years where the fossil record goes, while there is a sample in Florida of what appears to be our White Tail deer that is 5 million years old, and they have flourished even in places of "ecological havoc" wrought by man. Geist claims these marvels of nature have used their This is a story about an opportunistic way of life, a set of skills well mastered by white-tailed deer,” wrote Geist. “It has virtually evaded evolution, and that is supreme success. After all, evolution is de facto proof of incompetence, of difficulties mastered by only a fraction of the population after all normal means of epigenetic adjustment have failed, and of extinction barely missed. The whitetail was very good at avoiding extinction.”

 

We know someone has been watching now for over 50,000 years

It somehow outran and outlived the 15 predators we know of that were larger than wolves, and left few intermediary fossils since the Paleolithic. The author suggests its numbers were somehow perfectly maintained to have survived to present day. Is it really a singular master of environmental adaptation, remaining alive and unchanged?  While our ancestors were busily adjusting to bipedalism, and changing drastically into dozens of species, which we have tracked and traced over the planet? While 38 of its coexisting fauna succombed to the rigors of the Ice Age and other smaller mini- ice ages since then? Was it, as is claimed, lucky to be "born perfect?" Pulled a blackjack on its first hand at the table? 

Or did it have help?

 

 

 

Part 2 coming soon

Favorite Quotes

 

These are in whatever order the scraps fell out of my overstuffed binder. Enjoy!

 

"There's no hope. You're too old. 

All of us are gonna die, and you're probably first."

~Caitlyn Jenner

 

 "I would rather die here and know I'll be invited to heaven." ~Marisha Ray

 

"War has been inevitable since the first cavemen smashed their heads to control the fire stick."

~Abreya Iyengar

 

"The streets don't love you, they just take you from the ones who do."  ~India

 

"I haven't been down a road I haven't found interesting." ~David Milch

 

"It's not a process of learning, it's a process of unlearning the hypocrisy that's been taught to us." 

~Leo Buscaglia

 

"I guess sometimes both suns shine on a womp rat's tail."  ~The Marshall of Mos Pelgo

"Thousands of years of relationship with Earth are not going to be disrupted by 500 years of colonization,"  ~Iris Rodriguez

 

"Only one thing's sadder than remembering you were free, and that's forgetting you were once free."

~Leonard Peltier

"I am America's conscience. They would rather look at a cartoon character than at the deceit of this country and this government."  ~Russell Means

"Anything can become a tragedy if you work at it hard enough."  ~Taliesin Jaffe

"Sometimes I wonder how any of us cope."   ~John Marston, playable character

 

 

The Stories of Atte Broc

 

Don't try to adjust your TV sets... no, the words are not forward, from your perspective.

This beautiful piece of art with one of my favorite adages on it, to me, seemed to want to face what Westerners call forward, and perceive to be the future. Besides, I noticed that when I couldn't immediately identify the shapes of the letters, their shading is optically enhanced as the artist intended, pushing the background figure even further back, increasing the dimensionality. If you read on long enough, this imagery may explain itself. Even if not, it is one of my favorite choices for guided meditation. It checks a littany of good-for-the-brain-to-see boxes we learned about in my BA degree of Interdisciplinary Visual Communication, e.g. the color variation and vibrant, lively tones; a figure, standing in a pose of sufficiency and reverence, is placed far above a scene in a manner both benevolent and protecting; and that plumage! It has some older feathers that have seen some wear, yet spiraling with renewal, signifying growth - all inside the sacred hoop. 

Color, Texture, Shape. Significance. There are switches in our brains when we see, hear, feel, taste, smell - that our deeper/primal selves recognize, a language that predates whatever comes out when some people flap those parts under their nose. Same with vibrations, experimentation with them has produced a variety of unusual and even deadly effects. But what of the upside? Can it be used to re-order the glitches our bodies experience with daily exposure to (fill in the blank), so that our cell regenerates and repairs, our organs repair, and reach beyond our bodies to rejuvenate a community, a society? All those certainly have their challenges, even without those economic powers whose fruits we are all about to receive. 

My hypothesis is that: since we know water can  be charged, retain, and be divested of reverberations/ chemical memory, AND it will resonate accurately depending on temp, density, and other factors, AND it is found we think in many/most/all/who knows places in our universe, AND scientists are now demonstrating quantum entanglement around our planet as of this date, AND our bodies are 70-ish percent water while brains are 90%, once we learn the frequencies, vibrations will become to us as a first aid kit, a way to provide safe thermal comfort (not too good about not frying people yet), even a method to repel an invading force with soundwaves, like in myths of old. Start your own simple physical protocol at Shekinah Gwaii and a psychological journey at Traveler's Cloak, with supplementary information on the Favorite Links and Blog pages. A class on psychological effects of tones and sequences of sound is currently under construction and will be an 8 week instructional, with painstakingly crafted samples, hopefully to be tested locally in person soon.

But onward. The following is pieced together from a comprehensive report following a DNA test, a year of researching the aspects of those results, and finally the tapestry of facts woven with strands of family stories and fun facts. This is also the first installment, ala Taylor Sheridan style, of the crazy ass stories as related first hand only (anything else would take too much time) that I will be documenting here for posterity. It will be fun to see how great, terrible, and wonderfull it all looks in print.

This will be a hoot if I can get it all owl-t ...  first casualty, boom! and sorry...

Much like these water droplet crystal balls on mossy stalks, the origin of my family name and genetics goes back to a magical place and time, biologically and historically as the Vikings traveled to Scotland. An old name of Atte Broc was noted around the 8th century CE, but predated the assignment of the tartans, and so had none for a long while. It is told that the tartan now brandished by Brook was lent to us by the Irish, seeing that we were lacking. It is quite striking, with colors of dark moss, light moss, and teal. {Fun fact: I picked up a sweet chenille scarf of these colors at a thrift store before I knew!}

From Scotland, our peeps sailed along with Rollo's gang to what became Normandy.  {Fun fact, my blood is the same as my ancestors about a generation after their victory in 1066!} After several centuries of battling the Saxons and the other events that conspired to cause the migrations of that time, my progenitors arrived on the shores of Delaware and Virginia in the 1600's lured by the promise of land if you worked it -- something my ancestors seemed destined to desire -- and became what are known as the Delaware and Ohio River Valley Communities. 

They were a tight knit group who went almost immediately to escaping the wars ravaging a new country into Indian land, where they somehow spent centuries without changing the blood much. One grandfather was born in Lake Tippicanoe, just like his fathers and grandfathers. My dad and mom's family had independently made the first steps out of their respective areas to end up in the same town in California, where they met. When my brother and I were born, we were not only the farthest west in our line, it was the first the family line location changed significantly in 400 years. 

There were only a few stories I heard from extended family, that were talked about and sometimes pictures shown at gatherings, such as: the skyscrapers my uncles built as ironworkers in the big cities in the 60s and 70s; the hair trigger that caused my grandpa, as a young boy in 19-ott something, to nearly kill his dad once while they were out hunting together; my dad getting shot through the arm by his brother hunting pigeons for food in the church belfry at night; and indeed one brother getting shot in the head on a different trip, same belfry -- who still carries the bullet to this day (he is in his 70s); how my aunt survived a car wreck where she flew out the windshield, unfortunately catching her chin on the roof (no seatbelts yet) such that her neck was broken pretty dramatically, saved by landing in the snow and months of traction (and still alive last I heard); the grandfather who sacrificed inheriting millions (of probably blood money) from his religious family in order to marry the woman he wanted, who was a different religion (and ended up using her diabetes money for cigarettes when they got old, wtf); my mom's uncle was on the USS Indianapolis (ironic? that he was probably born in the town of that name) and told THAT story only once in a great while... but these peripheral stories are not the focus, I will relate stories of my own that are happy, harrowing, sometimes fantastic... 

I have lived! and felt like some anecdotes needed to be remembered. 

Thank you for hanging out with me today and see you next time!

Even Darkness Must Pass

 

If you've watched the Lord of the Rings or read the trilogy, you have been made privy to what it means to be a Veteran. 

J. R. R. Tolkien has woven the most intimate threads of soldiering throughout this war story in such a crafted way as to be a beautiful explanation of our particular state that no three textbooks of any size could possibly do. In artful ways, he spins the threads so they appear to be everyday, everybody kind of stories. The Easter eggs just sometimes need to be pointed out to those not acquainted, but follow along with me and see what you think.

Oddly enough, as I set out to make notes while re-re-watching all three director's cuts (the only way, lol) my expectations were that this would be about Frodo, or that it is Sam's story -- only I found this is really about the various responses to the notorious horrors of war and its adjacent industries. 

Tolkien uses many situational anecdotes that are special to military service. The first note I made was about Sam's salt. Not only do soldiers bring trinkets of all kinds to the field, they have been known to collect things they come across in their travels, and do anything to improve the conditions of their service! The salt was especially endearing, and I was laughing hard this time watching Frodo call him out on it, and Sam's reasoning for the seasoning (sorry, couldn't help it). Suddenly I saw the guys in the barracks again. The author also puts the story in terms for civilians, calling it a Fellowship instead of a Brotherhood. One differentiates an exclusive militant code; the other is accessible to all who dare participate. It rightly involves the whole community in support.

Sam defended Gollum during his violent interrogation, even though he viewed this sketchy creature as more enemy than friend -- that he was too small to defend himself against these cruel tallfolk, and would rather see Gollum run off than killed in any case (at that point). Sam is constantly demonstrating what it means to be a battle buddy, with his encouragement, orders to go on, bridging with a reason to always be pushing on, while Frodo quickly moves into trauma mode, at times unable to tell friend from foe. Sam is rationing lambas for the journey home. His hope carries the mission.

The speech Sam makes at the end of the Two Towers says volumes. The stories, he says, the ones that really mattered. So horrible, you sometimes didn't want to know the end -- because how could it make up for all the bad things that have happened?  This surely isn't limited to vets, just especially concentrated in some. It recognizes that worry, vocalizes a fear that he hasn't even seen the worst of at that time! And then he goes on to drop two more mindful gems: "In the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come..." which echoes the wisdom of there being a turning of tides that even evil cannot escape, even if it happens on a scale we are "too small to understand." His second gem is acknowledging that the only difference between heroes and others was that in each of the many opportunities we all have to turn back, a few choose not to. Because they were holding onto something.  He doesn't get into what, because that isn't the right question. Each has to find that something for themselves (see Pattern #1 of the Traveler's Cloak, "One Thing"). This often takes the form of talking around the proverbial, more metaphorical water cooler (like a lister bag or getting morning coffee) about what is waiting, for better or worse, upon return. 

Merry and Pippin have their own experiences, their own flavor of trauma after seeing visions of their home burned, songs of lament for the loss of their friends and anything simple. Sam is basically told he was unfit for the mission when Frodo told him to "Go home!" and it hurt him to know he was needed, his place was supposed to be by his side, and danger is still a present threat. Eventually Frodo would become captured and wounded, and become touched by the hurts "that time cannot mend... that go too deep, that have taken hold." Now we call it post traumatic stress syndrome, especially for POWs, and realize the somatic changes that accompany it, the way ordinance damages fragile intracranial systems and cause psychological behaviors (think of Bilbo's curious and eruptive paranoia).

Perhaps the heaviest toll shows on dear Smeagol, having had the worst and longest exposure to the Machine. His love of it deformed his extraneous shell as one of the Riverfolk into a trollish, compact being, more efficient for his task -- supported and nourished somehow by the machine's power. Single of mind, he obeyed the power in every way. Hence his confusion  and reticence in his recounting of being hated by people, at the beginning of The Return of the King: "They cursed us. Murderer, they called us, and drove us away... and we wept to be so alone. We forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name."

There was no way for JRRT to know this would continue to describe vets and the public's response to war, notoriously Vietnam Veterans' receptions, and the complicated things that led to the homeless epidemic arising from all kinds of service people who have been used up as government property and written off as cheaply as possible. Vets in all eras have a love/hate relationship with their government and their country, and are aware more than most of the difference between the two. There is no real way to communicate to anyone who hasn't felt that level of betrayal, no common frame of reference, exposure to the wild while wounded and left outside the fence for dead, to fend for ourselves. Bad enough the shit that rolls downhill from the Machine; sometimes even the people of the country we love so much won't spit on our guts when they are obviously on fire and self-immolating about once every half hour (or whatever the current veteran suicide rate is when you read this. We gotta be running out soon, right?)

Just as Gandolf says, is true: "Not all tears are an evil," as we often also relax and weep at a mission accomplished, when the work is finished. Completion of a Fellowship is an acknowledgement of the turning of the world, of a once important task fading into obscurity, once important people falling into uselessness. If we care for them properly, not into unimportance; but Galadriel warned us in the very beginning: "The world is changed; I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air. Much that once was, is lost -- for none now live who remember it." Oh, that all wounded warriors were accorded the honor shown by the elves on that pier.

It will always be with Frodo and Sam, the memory of being perched upon the rocks, "Here at the end of all things." The most dire of situations bring out the absolute best people have to offer. We all need a buddy to tell us to hang on, and don't let go, even when we feel it isn't in us to keep going. Civilian life doesn't lend itself to this level of bond. We know when we leave the service, that brotherhood -- that fellowship -- is gone too. When Frodo misses "... the taste of food, the sound of water, the feel of grass," Sam tells Frodo "There is light and beauty up there that no shadow can touch." It's the memory of light and beauty that becomes important when neither can be found. Strange aside, how being rescued by the eagles is eerily akin to the chopper lifts out of Korea and Vietnam... just an odd side note, coincidental at best. Safely home, Frodo asks, "how do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, in your heart? You begin to understand, there is no going back." Even Sam admits he knows there will be no return journey. We hear about it ad nauseum, any of the trips could be your last, which is why nobody deploys without a goodbye letter and a parenting plan if you have children. 

The wizard tells us in the end, "We cannot always be torn in two." There are some people called to serve who experience things and can go on, finding happiness and family, staying knit together -- and those who don't find that easy, or possible. Healing ourselves in our own way, we must allow others to do so. Acknowledge that we may not know how, in ourselves or in others, while holding space that someone or something somewhere may be a key. It is rarely found in authority, which means depending on the same government who created this situation to fix it is like asking the fox to fix the henhouse.  We don't want people to carry our burdens, but once in a while we do need someone to carry US.

There may always be those willing to dive into the fray, like Gimley putting forth a Marines style cree when he exclaims, "Certainty of death? Small chance of success? What are we waiting for?!" But we must also have something for them to do when they aren't fighting. It was nice to see modeled what it must look like when a country honors its surviving fighters. We know, like Frodo says, that we saved the Shire... maybe someday there will be room in it for us. Here, here is our book, our history we have all been contributing to, the story of going There and Back Again... the last pages are for you.

What will you write?

Gems on my Cloak

 

No matter how much preparation I think I have done, there is always something bigger and more corporate than me, with the authority to make things horrible if I don't obey. They constantly change the bar such that what was a safety net is unattainable. The bureaucracy whittles at each step to achieve their desired level of attrition.

I needed another tool.

The trifold states of CURIOSITY, FOCUS, or REFLECTION

 During times of great and terrible sadness, I reflected on what it would look like if I could somehow miraculously be grateful. In my mind's imager I modeled what a grateful person might think or say in order to channel endless gratitude in the face of loss. As much as I wavered between the two, I could not hold both at once. And so I spent as much time each day as I could in gratitude to give my sadness muscle a rest.

Similarly, an accidental discovery came about at a desperate time; my mother died and I was already showing severe syptoms of the tumor without knowing why, and could not control the bad thoughts that began to edge in… even kitten videos made me cry, and all my go-to's hadn't prepared me for this. after days of crying, something caught my attention on the web, and helped me stop. Whatever it was caused my jaw to drop in awe, a natural beauty of some sort, no doubt -- and for some brief time I was curious -- a respite from the constant, smothering hopelessness -- enough that my mind had the tiniest leg up. The multidimensional anger melted in the face of anything that showed me I was the dark hurricane at the moment, the yang eye, yes -- but that meant I was surrounded by yin if I could adjust my focus to see.

SADNESS =/= GRATITUDE
ANGER =/= ABUNDANCE
FEAR =/= WONDER

The field research was consistent, any time I realized my fear was running the show, I immediately changed focus to wonders of the world, unlikely animal cooperation and friendship, awe-insiring scenery, and beings of all kinds doing amazing and talented things. The perspective shift was enough to work me through what I already know, that everything is impermanent, and in a long enough life many tragedies can fall. This is why I know to keep adding new sources of joy and fulfillment, and to carry on the way the women in my family line have done for centuries. Perseverado!

 The same thing happened when I realized the abundance was poorly represented in my mind. When I paid attention, I noticed it was inversely proportional to my temper, but at first I excused it as lack driving the emotion. Regardless of not having answered my query, whenever anger was becoming an obstacle to effectively guiding my day, I ask myself what is missing, that would bring me a feeling of abundance? The answer is always different, but it seems to take me out of the angry lane and let me focus on what was around me, and it was magical how often I would find that solutions to problems would just appear, sometimes be in my hands already when needed. Some people say you see what you look for.

When I find myself thinking how I literally missed out on something that would have bettered my life, I force myself to think of times when things could have been much worse, or even near accidents I have escaped (there have been many). Seeing the balance of it all leaves me with a bigger picture: one much less designed to make me miserable personally, but leaves everyone sucking in general. But this was only to give myself space to process, to deal, so I could come to terms with the source of the sadness, the fear, the anger. 

If they are not dealt with, the wounds will be back.

DEVELOPING CULTURALLY COMPETENT CARE

 

 

 

IN THIS DAY, THIS AGE where hospitals now term their patients "customers" and cater to the service aspect of business more than practical nursing, the accountability is nonexistent while the authority runs rampant. The resources from authorities to individuals are dwindling, and has created a widening gap: the most readily available, technologically advanced self-care / preventative, prophylactic options ever for those with means, yet simultaneously we have the most expensive, least accountable hospital staff no longer trained in basic first aid. 

DEVELOPING CULTURALLY COMPETENT CARE IN YOUR FACILITY

Identify a need (e.g., better response/understanding of the special needs of vulnerable populations, especially undiagnosed, subtle conditions, including long covid symptoms);

Support creative solutions in your staffing -- training for inclusion, empowering research based, fact-driven options; e.g., equine training to identify predator/prey patterns;

Give each worker the TOOLS AND AGENCY to act -- circle back for accountability and effectiveness.

BATTLEFRONT TACTICS -- in our intelligence unit during the Gulf conflict, we needed to get info, try to cross-correlate with other facts for determining accuracy, and get urgent action-oriented updates to those in command, sometimes to end lives of hostiles and/or sometimes to save lives of allies in danger. The military loves to give even the lowest-ranking members the authority and agency to make split-second decisions that are hopefully rooted in all the training and briefings that came before. And yes, accountability -- whether or not the consequences seemed appropriate for the damage done was always a different story -- but they always found some party or other to be responsible, otherwise there was no way to keep more "accidents" from happening. NO AUTHORITY WITHOUT ACCOUNTABILITY!

 

HIRE FOR ATTITUDE, TRAIN FOR SKILL

My opinion is that we "interview" for our jobs, our businesses, our relationships -- every day. To me there is no time for laying down one's code, no laxity in the way business is conducted anywhere, anytime. It takes much more time and energy! "Win-win or no deal" wasn't just something out of a book once by Robert Kiyosake, it became the way I conducted my LIFE. From Jack Zufelt's 100% rule to Cynthia Kersey's Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway, getting the Big Enchilada from PBS full of philosophy by Wayne Dyer, listening to every horrible recording of Leo Buscaglia that I could get my hands on, is to name a few gems of real advice I found useful in a sea of vague palliative babble. But wading through helped me develop the due diligence at the tail of fact-finding, where most crash out or lose interest, or figure there is nothing more to see... the tail is where the fake shows out! Where the dust from under all the rugs eventually ends up. Following a line of thought or questions to a logical conclusion is a skill even more rare than counting change back -- the proper way, not demonstrating coin identification.

Developing agency of staff means modeling, especially in how to build knowledge around subjects. Here also is where following a line to its conclusion can be demonstrated. Agency is born out of the flow of information with a portable, reproducible system that builds confidence. We must recognize when a conclusion does or does not fit our goal, and act accordingly. Is this supplement good, neutral, or possibly even HARMFUL for someone with RA? Even the extant papers on various questions such as this one admit to MORE RESEARCH NEEDED but there is still helpful material (just have to slog through the unhelpful sometimes).

SAMPLE COMPETENCIES

DEVELOP the ABILITIES of vulnerable folk, support adaptations in physical ways

BEGIN WHERE THEY ARE but first at least find out! Ask questions!

STOP using average handouts, update your info! Personalize solutions, stop generalizing them, and for goodness' sake, stop treating things in isolation, instead of recognizing their interconnectedness. Here is a great place to lean on those conclusions you followed, seeing how that problematic thumb led to that opposite shoulder joint compensation, just like that old song...

Support creative solutions and CIRCLE BACK to close the loop, answer the questions of whether the actions taken were EFFECTIVE and WHY / WHY NOT? This builds on agency and models course correction and data set usage, importance of logging results. Allow agency to act -- intelligently.

VOCABULARY -- are the words you use inclusive? validating? sensitive to other ways of being?

Phrase your questions/comments to be INDUCTIVE not reductive -- KINETIC not static

TOYOTA PRINCIPLES; Kaizen; Sharpen your saw and others of Stephen Covey's Habits

Some websites "for disabled people" whose aim is to "build inclusion" still have ableist subtext; but accountability means NOT "giving room" for yourself to fail; the suffering of another should never be an acceptable cost! Ever! There is something in the phrase "give yourself grace" that smacks of privilege to me. During times of combat or extreme need, your "grace" is license to let feelings preclude action that could cost someone life or limb. If we are following the Four Agreements and always doing our personal best, patients will know. We can tell. Same goes when a caregiver gives themselves a break before doing everything they could during a time of need, including reaching out to other caregivers on the floor. We can tell when people are 'phoning it in,' doing the bare minimum if that.

Any move toward accountability will never feel like a mistake. Open space to make educated hypotheses and circling back for confirmation of success OR confirmation of need to redirect efforts is THE SCIENTIFIC PROCESS and last I checked, Health Sciences are still SCIENCE.

There is a push for leaders to be in charge of both employees and their learning, but this is a conflict of interest. Independent COACHES are needed to prevent further entrenchment of current leadership ideals. MEETINGS are overrated. MODELING is underutilized. Minds who contribute to or continue the status quo are poor sources of solutions. Coaches outside the structure provide more opportunities for equal teaching and learning moments regardless of status.

 

Lastly

As a counterpoint to the ableist perpectives surrounding us, years of overcoming obstacles and daily exercises in adaptive thinking have freed variously abled folks from tying our identities to our inabilities; we sometimes even 'Raku' into having our own special superpowers -- until it is the able-bodied who have become the developmentally delayed/challenged, unable to function in a changing world/reality even for a few minutes, underscored by the number of times we hear "Wow, I don't know how you do it."

The mental and emotional athleticism develops its own type of intelligence. This type of problem-solving and myriad approach to situations has only been mined by a handful of organizations. When groups balk at the "work" calling inclusiveness 'training' or bring up 'time and investment to payoff,' this only obfuscates the synergy created when many small changes begin to take care of the whole -- soon no effort will be required, yet nothing will go undone.