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Update info on D-PAH! 2nd Annual CO-ED 4-on-4 Sand Volleyball teams– 1. FIFA Soccer 2. The Center 3. Silent Avengers 4. Sunshine 5. OAD Rocks 6. Deaf Hood 7. Sand Rangers 8. Spiked Punch Team and Fan registration are still open to the day of the event- you can register online (not pay through PayPal- […]

70th Anniversary of Columbus Association of the Deaf Saturday, September 28th, 2013 2:00 PM to 1:00 AM Dinner served at 5:00pm Ramada Plaza Hotel 4900 Sinclair Road Columbus, Ohio 43229 Members $35 Non Members $40 *Deadline Friday, September 13th, 2013*

Ohio Deaf Cornhole Association News Spread the News! Cornhole Deaf Fellowship Tournament Saturday, August 24, 2013 Grove City Church of the Nazarene 4770 Hoover Rd, Grove City, Ohio 43123 Multi-Purpose Building F-600 Sign-Up 11:00am Game begins 12:00pm Singles Tournament Triple eliminations and CPA Rules Format Winners will get prizes All proceeds to GCCN Deaf Ministry […]

PUBLIC HEARING ANNOUNCEMENT Are you a person with a disability or do you have a family member with a disability?  This is your opportunity to provide input to the State Plan for Independent Living (SPIL) for Ohio.   The Ohio Statewide Independent Living Council and the Ohio Rehabilitation Services Commission are making changes to the […]

Buckeye Club of the Deaf & Ohio Deaf Golf Association PigRoast Party2013 PigRoast Party starts at Noon till Midnight Date: Sept 14, 2013, Saturday **Deadline Sept 5th to RSVP to be counted** Confirm in FB or in mail or in person (BCD/ODGA) and pay at the door ~ Admission with meal ~ Adult: $12   […]

See Attachment… This is for Buckeye Club of the Deaf 35th Anniversary coming this fall Oct 5th, 2013 at Ramada Hotel.

Just a reminder for tonight’s Deaf Film Showing at Coventry.     Hello everyone! Please join us at the Coventry Village Library in Cleveland Heights for a Deaf Film Night on Monday, July 1st at 6:45pm. We will be showing the film “Versa Effect.”     Jackie and Seth have hated each other since childhood. Now […]

From: Williams, Christopher M. [mailto:] Good afternoon everyone, We are announcing our next round of CERT Basic Training. When: Thursday night July 11th from 6pm-9pm Location: Franklin County Emergency Management and Homeland Security Address: 5300 Strawberry Farms Blvd, Columbus, Ohio 43230 The CERT Basic Training continues for 9 Thursdays and will end Thursday September 5th. […]

Columbus Association of the Deaf Picnic August 10th, 2013 @ CCH ( Columbus Colony Housing ) 1055 Colony Dr  Westerville, Ohio 43081 Time 11:00 am – 6:00 pm Admission: $ 5.00 with Potluck Cover Dish $ 8.00 without Potluck Cover Dish $ 3.00 Children ( Age 10 – 17 years old ) Free ( newborn […]

Man in the Mud

Panic.

It’s a “sudden overwhelming fear, with or without cause, that produces hysterical or irrational behavior” according dictionary.com.

I’ve certainly been guilty of it. But it usually doesn’t serve me well. Like the time I convinced myself I had appendicitis and went into such hysterics that I passed out.

I came across this story last week – a construction worker in China was buried alive in the mud with nothing but a gap of air in front of his face (his helmet slid down). He didn’t panic. He practiced meditation and survived two hours on an amount of air that should have lasted five minutes.

I wonder sometimes how I would react in certain situations. What if I was eating in Windows restaurant at the top of the World Trade Center on Sept. 11? What if I was in one of the hijacked planes? I don’t think a person truly knows how he or she will respond unless in the situation. God willing, that will never be the case, but if it is, I hope I am like the man in the mud.

Yoga Class in the Car

On my way to yoga class, I’m not sure which way to go. The road splits, and my instinct says left but Mapquest says right. I ignore my gut and follow the computer’s instructions.

Oops.

Turing around in the greater Washington DC area is nearly impossible. One road leads to a twisted mass of other roads and within 10 minutes I’ve crossed three borders, hitting Maryland, Washington DC, and Virginia. There are cars everywhere. Jammed along the freeway. Weaving in front of me as they merge. And my mind races with them.

In my head I’m caught up in the emotional turmoil of living in a new city. I want to move back to our original home in California where I know the streets like the back of my hand and can walk to yoga class. The clock is inching forward. By the time I figure out where I am it’s too late. I’ve missed the class.

I’m waiting at a stop sign when a woman in a minivan bumps the rear of my car.

Argh!” I yell (okay technically I yell a cuss word, but this is a G-rated blog).

As I pull over into a parking lot my instinct says stop and breathe. This time I listen. Just because I’m not in yoga class doesn’t mean I can’t practice yoga. I have my body, mind, and soul right here in the car with me — I don’t need a mat, a blanket, or the wood floor of a studio.

In inhale deeply and lengthen my spine. I meditate on my breath and seek inner stillness. By the time I step out of the car I feel a hundred times better. The woman in the minivan is apologetic and wants to make sure I’m okay and my car’s okay.

There is only a small scrape on the back bumper.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “This car is 10 years old.”

We wave goodbye to each other and drive our separate ways. On the way home I continue to practice my breathing. My blue mat is still rolled up on the passenger’s seat. And the roads are still packed with cars and noisy construction and confusing twisting turns. But inside, I’m slowly finding silence.

Yoga Facial

I slouch too much.

At times – pecking away on my laptop, eating a meal, relaxing on the couch – I’ll catch myself and try to fix it.

Lately, I’ve noticed another habit I’ve developed over the years: frowning. Well, maybe not frowning exactly, but holding a tense face.

Opening the yoga practice, I am sitting with my legs crossed mid-shin. The teacher tells the class to close our eyes and place the back of our hands on our knees with our palms facing the ceiling. Then she tells us to relax our face.

“Relax your jaw,” she says.

“Relax the muscles around your eyes,” she continues.

“Relax the space between your brows . . . your eyelids . . . and even the skin underneath the eyelids.”

She tells the class that relaxing the face is one way to help quiet the brain.

As we continue the practice – sun salutations, standing poses, and core exercises – she gently reminds us about the muscles in our face. And every time it feels amazingly nice to relax them.Š

Retraining Taste Buds

The carrots I hold in my hand are fresh from a local garden. They’re dirty and have wild bushy green tops. I wash and peel the carrots then pick up the knife. I have a long way to go until I can maneuver this utensil like those chefs on the Food Network, but I’m getting better. Faster.

I cut the carrots, chop the onion, dice the celery, slice the mushrooms and throw everything into a skillet with water. While the veggies are steam sautéing I boil tri-colored pasta in a medium pot and steam spinach in a small one. I add tomatoes and tomato sauce to the skillet. When the pasta and spinach are ready I add those too, along with garlic and oregano.

My husband, Ron, wanders in the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?” he asks.

“Italian Skillet Casserole,” I say.

He leans over my shoulder and investigates the simmering dish on the stovetop.

“Almost all veggies,” I point out.

Cooking healthier foods has been challenging in certain ways, but one thing I completely forgot about when I started this new path is that my husband can’t stand vegetables. He’ll eat certain items (broccoli or beans or salad) because he knows they’re good for him, but he would prefer them as a side dish, not the main dish.

But it just so happens that his company is having a Vegetable Challenge this summer.

So perfect timing.

I scoop out the meal into two bowls, light some candles, and sit down.

It’s delicious, and I look at Ron to see what he thinks. He’s pushing a piece of onion, a hunk of tomato, and a mushroom slice to the side. “I can eat them when they’re small, but these big pieces…” he shakes his head.

“You need to retrain your taste buds,” I suggest softly.

He’s a good sport so he takes a huge spoonful, onion chunks and all, and gives it a go. He likes it. This truly is one of the tastier dishes I’ve made, and when I’m done I push my bowl aside and lean back in the chair.

“Hey, what’s that?” Ron says, peering into my bowl.

“Nothing,” I say.

“Uh-huh,” Ron nods, smirking.

Okay, okay. So I really do consider myself a vegetable lover, but I’ve always struggled with cooked carrots. There is small pile of them left. I guess we both have some retraining to work through.

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