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<DIV>Thank you Anna, for checking in. I loved working on the books with Rhea and
I miss both of you. I can certainly understand how much you love the mountains
of Western NC. George & I rode our Mcycles all the way from Winchester, VA
through the mountains all the way to where the Blue Ridge meets the Smokies. I
found some of the most beautiful parts of NC right there West of the Biltmore,
in Asheville. We wish you much more continued happiness and health while you
live there and enjoy your mountains.</DIV>
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<DIV style="font-color: black"><B>From:</B> <A title=women@fuusm.org
href="mailto:women@fuusm.org">Anna Marcel de Hermanas via Women</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Sent:</B> Monday, April 13, 2020 3:01 PM</DIV>
<DIV><B>To:</B> <A title=women@fuusm.org href="mailto:women@fuusm.org">A List
for the Women of FUUSM</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Cc:</B> <A title=annamdeh@gmail.com
href="mailto:annamdeh@gmail.com">Anna Marcel de Hermanas</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Subject:</B> Re: [Women] April meeting</DIV></DIV></DIV>
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<DIV>I am not sure how to send this to all the FUUSM women, but I am still on
the list (moved to western NC 2 1/2 yrs. ago after 30years there) and read the
reinvention stories you posted. While reading Annie's story, I realized
that she might be the person who we got our dog Loretta from (many of you will
remember her from women's gatherings at my place), and after checking with our
mutual friends, the Canady's, confirmed it. Just wanted to recognize
our connection and to affirm that human growth is linked to our ongoing
reinvention. I miss you all, but love our new home in the
mountains. will try to send a Loretta photo later. Anna Marcel
de Hermanas </DIV>
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<DIV class=gmail_attr dir=ltr>On Thu, Apr 9, 2020, 4:04 PM Chris Hoke via Women
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<DIV>Thank you for sharing your life’s story with us. You are an amazing
woman. Very strong. I do not believe i could have endured your hardships. You
are and will be an excellent mentor to young addicted people today. You can
show them how, yes, they can survive and thrive once they overcome their
addictions.</DIV>
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<DIV>Chris<BR>
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<DIV>This is a great topic, I hope I can manage to keep it brief.
Reinvention of oneself is very painful, but I consider the result very
worthwhile. As a teen Mom, “my” son from a short lived teen marriage, was
born a month prior to my 17th birthday. It did not take long for me to
discover I could not bear to allow myself to follow into the family
footsteps of Mommy and Housekeeper, tending to a man and children. Not at
least before I had any chance to live out in the world. I seemed to
have been born with itchy feet. I was very restless and discontent. My high
school sweetie and teen husband was the kind who would be content to stay in
one place, one job, one mindset forever.That projection has proven to be
true. That was not me. I did not end that relationship in a nice way, but
did end it. I am embarrassed to say I allowed my parents to raise my son
while I became footloose and fancy free for the next 10 years. </DIV>
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<DIV>A few years after graduation I remarried during the Vietnam war, and
“we” became part of the counter culture of the late sixties and early
seventies, going where he pleased, doing what he pleased. Freedom was the
word. I adored him, made him my higher power, became co-dependent with him,
losing my never fully developed identity to him. I did not know what I
wanted, only to please him. Keep in mind this is retroactive thinking and
understanding.</DIV>
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<DIV>Actually, we had many adventures and much fun and I did not realize I
had no goals of my own, other than the ones I thought I once had, which had
faded away into just following what he wanted. (The song My elusive dreams
comes to mind) along with (Me and Bobby McGee). Somewhere along the way some
things seemed traditional, having a little rented house, him working
steadily and coming home at regular times to regular meals. We decided to
start a family and had been told that was not going to happen without
medical assistance. About this time the family disease of alcoholism reared
it’s ugly head, early stages, and life began to gradually fall apart. This
was not fully realized, due to lack of understanding and education regarding
the subtle changes taking place and how addiction slinks into lives. I did
have some intuition that it would not be a good idea to start a family, so
we did not pursue that avenue. The traditional way of life did not last very
long, and we hit the road, selling everything we owned, in order to do more
experimentation with other substances. Seeking new adventures and
places. The year 1974 brought trauma for me and my primary family when
my hero brother died as the result of a gunshot wound he received in a bar
fight. After his premature death, I became more and more depressed and as a
result I tried to self-medicate with assorted substances. I had never been
able to drink like my husband. I seemed to have a physical aversion to
alcohol, becoming sick after only a few drinks. I thought MJ was the answer
for me, I believed it was “God’s” cure for alcoholism because my husband was
not nasty if he smoked, rather than consuming alcohol. This went on far too
long and I finally realized life was passing by with no accomplishment on my
part in anything. All we did was get high, living off his earnings from self
employment, we watched pictures on TV while listening to music and making up
stories in my head, or writing books in my head and never remembering the
next day what great ideas I had thought of to write about. We visited only
other people who were doing the same things and accomplishing nothing. I
could not stand anymore and realized I was wasting not only time, but my own
life, and my intelligence. (Song: Highway to Hell comes to mind). I
made up my mind to save money and leave, to go back to Texas where I had
been working with UT students (I was only 25) prior to my brother’s
death, and get a life of my own and to leave my husband behind. That
did not happen.</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>My Higher Power,or Spiritual Guide, whatever you want to call Shim
evidently had some other things in mind because after just over 7 years into
this second marriage,out of the blue, while making these plans to leave, I
became pregnant. WE were all stunned, but very happy about the prospect of
having a baby after all these years and having been told this would not
happen. So, YES, reinvention needed to happen, to me HAD to happen, because
the lifestyle I was living was not acceptable to me for a baby to join in.
Many changes took place in the year of expecting her arrival, just about
everything in fact. I needed to learn to transition from being a dope
smoking, pill popping hippie to becoming a real socially acceptable Mommy.
Unfortunately, Daddy did not make the necessary changes and after her second
birthday, many more transitions had to take place.</DIV>
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<DIV>A second pregnancy, my return to college to gain credibility and skills
to work. To get over my awkwardness and fear of regular folks, to learn how
to function in life in the business world. Because for the next 10 years my
role had to become head of household, Mommy & Daddy both most of the
time, working, going to classes, being there for them as the disease took my
husband to the depths of HELL, but I can tell you, he made it through with
his life and he is recovered and in recovery and we are active in recovery
programs, trying to help others from our own personal experience. We have
raised our girls and made a good home for them. We are one rare couple who
managed to stay together through the ups and downs of addiction and the
mental, physical and spiritual bankruptcy addiction causes. They are all
grown now and they love us. </DIV>
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<DIV>I know the Wednesday meeting is over now and there is a lot more to
talk about regarding the transitional periods, but enough for now. I
love all of you, miss you and wish we can all be together very soon. Please
stay well in the meantime. I find FUUSM folks part of the solution, rather
than the problem.</DIV>
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<DIV>All the best regards to you,</DIV>
<DIV>Brenda Lisk</DIV>
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<DIV><B>From:</B> <A title=women@fuusm.org href="mailto:women@fuusm.org"
rel=noreferrer target=_blank>Karen Binkley via Women</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Sent:</B> Tuesday, April 07, 2020 3:58 PM</DIV>
<DIV><B>To:</B> <A title=women@fuusm.org href="mailto:women@fuusm.org"
rel=noreferrer target=_blank>A List for the Women of FUUSM</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Cc:</B> <A title=karenebinkley@gmail.com
href="mailto:karenebinkley@gmail.com" rel=noreferrer target=_blank>Karen
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<BLOCKQUOTE type="cite">On Apr 7, 2020, at 2:57 PM, Suzyn Mills via Women
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<DIV dir=ltr>Laura, I personally will miss your wonderful smiles, your
spontaneous energy, glee, and your amazing hugs. I feel like I just barely
got to know you and now you’re gone! My heart breaks for that brief
encounter, but I’m sure your heart knows where it needs to be. We will
always remember and cherish your brief time in our lives!
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<DIV>Suzyn<BR><BR>
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<BLOCKQUOTE type="cite">On Apr 7, 2020, at 1:24 PM, Annie Warmke via
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<DIV>Laura; We will miss you so much!</DIV>
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<DIV>On 4/7/2020 12:53 PM, Laura Grolla via Women wrote:<BR></DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr>Hello all, this is Laura Grolla, recently a Marietta
resident and now returned to Texas. I felt such connection with you
all that I thought I'd add a brief share about reinvention as I am
right in the middle of it. I must admit my soul picked a strange time
but my soul has been in charge and the path continues in its odd
miraculous unfolding.</DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr>I agree with Annie that reinvention is uncomfortable and
a lot of work. I came to Ohio to help my beloved mother pass and
thought it would be a year to two or three and decided to quit my job
as a Victim's Advocate and paralegal in a small town in Texas and let
God do with me what he or she would. It was exciting, no, thrilling,
to so surrender to the divine. There was a peace and certainty to it
that has stayed with me, the wonderful feeling of being swept up into
a wave of purpose in behalf of a wholehearted act of love. I had a
dream that I should go to Marietta and I woke up, quit my job and
began packing. It took two months to compress my two bedroom house and
studio into what would fit in my beloved Sequioia and I hit the
road.</DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr>When I got to Marietta, I did not unpack but simply lived
out of my suitcases while I jumped in to taking care of my mom for 6
to 10 hours a day. It was heartbreaking and heart warming at the same
time. I got to read Gloria several books while we looked up words
together on Google and shared laughs over the excellent writing. We
are both writers, artists and poets and I got quality time with a
quality soulmate. Best of all, when she had lucid moments, I got to
tell her specifically and completely what I loved and admired about
her and how grateful I was for her mothering. This was all I could
have asked and more.</DIV>
<DIV dir=ltr> </DIV>
<DIV dir=ltr>Sadly, my step-father seemed envious and hostile and
began an almost daily resistance to me and my efforts that resulted in
me getting kicked out three weeks before Christmas. I was terrified as
I knew no one and the proximity to the holidays meant that no one in
my family had the money to lend me to get a place. Enter our wonderful
UU ladies and Anita Newhart's offer to stay with her. There
began a new and very scary chapter of living purely by faith and
finding all the love and help I needed from strangers. I
questioned why I was now in Marietta. I'd lost my purpose for being
here but found a job and listened to my soul. Good and bad things
happened. I made great friends and began to do art for the UU
cookbook. I sang "The Gloria" with the Marietta College Oratorio in
honor of my mother but was never allowed to see my mother to tell her.
In fact, at every turn, my step-father refused to let me see my
mother. One night, deep in prayer, I realized that my bitterness
and resentment of my step-father was making me sick. I sent a text
saying I needed to forgive to let go. I got back a nice reply and
found, two night later, that my Soul had given me another dream and I
woke up knowing I had to go back: my job had become available in
Texas.</DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr>I have been back a week now and the reinvention continues
apace. And, yes, its very uncomfortable. "A mind once stretched never
returns to it's original dimensions." Marietta and UU expanded
me far beyond the person who came here six months ago I am a different
person as I prepare to step back into my old role. I have experienced
a sort of falling-in-love with Spirit because I surrendered so
completely to my intuition, to that inner voice. It is no coincidence
that a dream brought me to Marietta, a dream called me back to Texas,
and now I am writing a book about dreaming.</DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr>Texas is warm and sunny and I am glad for my big skies
and the light that I love as an artist, but truly, the hearts of
Marietta were the brightest and the best I've ever experienced I would
like to keep in touch. And if anyone would like to work with me on
dreams and dreaming, I would love it. My grandmother had "the sight"
and I learned to work with dreams from childhood and this book
fulfills a lifelong pursuit. Thank you, all, for your warmth and
support. I will miss you.<BR></DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr>~Laura<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>On Tuesday, April 7, 2020, 12:15:52 PM EDT, Martha McGovern via
Women <A href="mailto:women@fuusm.org" rel=noreferrer
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<DIV><FONT size=4 face=Calibri>When was a time in your life when you
had to start over? Yes - a very thoughtful question. Thank
you for raising it.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=4 face=Calibri>I'll speak to the time that brought me
to the Mid-Ohio Area. I had had a lot of practice starting over
because Pat and I had agreed that his career decisions would take
precedence over mine. So, we had been in New York, Pennsylvania,
and many locations in Ohio. Circumstances changed, though, when
he retired and I, having completed my doctoral studies, accepted my
first position at Georgia Southern University. I really liked
the overall university, the location was close to one of Pat's
daughters and her young family, and my teaching assignment (language
development, methods of teaching reading and language arts, and
supervision of pre-service teachers in the field) was a good
match. The problem was the person who was the head of our
division within the College of Education. After three years, the
work dynamics made life unbearable. For my own mental health, I
needed to leave. There were other issues, too: my mother's
failing health, Pat's first bout with cancer and other ongoing health
concerns, our dissatisfaction with the HEAT and social dishonesty of
the South. Anyway, I asked myself where would I choose to
live? The answer was the Marietta area. I had attended a
conference here in years past and remembered its atmosphere.
When I looked in the Chronicle of Higher Education, there was an
advertisement for a position at WVU at Parkersburg with a split
responsibility in the Humanities Division, especially Developmental
Education (teaching strategic skills for reading, study, and writing
for success in college) and in the Teacher Education Division (methods
of teaching language development and literacy). It was my dream
job, in my first choice of locations. In the interviewing and
visiting process, I met Rebecca Phillips and learned of her connection
with FUUSM. Pat and I had "flirted" with UU-ism over the years,
but now I could see a coherence in my future -- a job doing all
the things I liked to do, in a good institution, in a location close
to my family, and with connection to a compatible spiritual
community. We moved over Christmas break in 2000 -- a tough and
cold transition -- and I started the new job in January of 2001.
That start-over decision was the best one I ever made. Being
part of this Beloved Community had made all the difference.
Thank you. Martha</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><B>From:</B> <A href="mailto:women@fuusm.org" shape=rect
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<DIV><B>Sent:</B> Tuesday, April 07, 2020 11:06 AM</DIV>
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<DIV>What a great topic! I started over (a farmer's wife) in
1981 by hiding in a battered women's shelter and leaving everything
but my 5 year old daughter behind. I re-invented myself after
that so that I graduated college, founded 22 battered women's
projects/3 women's funds/17 women freed from prison who acted in
self-defense, and created lots of cultural/social change through that
work. <BR clear=none></DIV>
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<DIV>Next time I re-invented myself was in 2002 when I left the US
with nothing but our 6 year old granddaughter that we'd raised from
birth. It felt like someone had taken a giant eraser and wiped
out my career, my friends, my goals but I'd promised Catlyn we would
be there for her. During the 3 1/2 years we fought in court for
her I stumbled often but I found my way by writing for a newspaper
about life in a small town (first France and then England) as a way to
protest the invasion of Iraq after 9/11. I volunteered at
Catlyn's school to teach English to French 5 year olds, and I
translated the SOS FEMMES' prostitutes health and safety "Little Blue
Book". I grew an amazing garden, made friends, traveled
everywhere imaginable, and tried not to loose my mind as I mourned the
life I left behind.</DIV>
<DIV><BR> </DIV>
<DIV>When we returned to the US in late 2004 I re-invented myself
again as the builder of an Earthship, the first one east of the
MS. I learned how to use the Internet and social media, won
custody in court of our granddaughter (that's a whole other story
involving the grand jury indicting us and more), and learned to be a
goat herder. <BR clear=none></DIV>
<DIV><BR> </DIV>
<DIV>Reinventing is a miserable experience - it's like being birthed
into a new reality and trying to make sense of what works, and what
doesn't. I had hoped not to do it again, but I find myself there
right now with our need to push our business online. We'd been
doing that a little at a time, but now we have had to push all of our
classes and workshops to the fall with the hope that things will
improve for our country's health. While we'd had a plan to speed
up the process of the transition in late 2020 we find that we must let
go of everything else and just focus on this one thing for
now. Perhaps the most nerving for me is the separation
physically of those I love deeply. It is growing difficult as
the days pass with no physical contact with people like our
granddaughter, who is married and lives an hour away with poor
transportation. Jay and I have agreed we will sequester here
until it is safe, which means no visitors. It is
especially difficult to say "no" to former interns who would like to
be here with us since they are not going to work everyday, but if we
are to remain reasonably safe we need to honor our agreement to each
other.<BR clear=none></DIV>
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<DIV>Perhaps there will be one more re-invention as I grow older and
have to stop being a goat herder, and a farmer. That work
sustains me so I am making plans for how I can continue to hand on to
that part of my life. But then the best laid plans often are not
how things turn out. I hope to hear more stories from each other
you. Annie<BR clear=none></DIV>
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<DIV>Hello
<DIV>As the host for the now cancelled April Women’s Group meeting
it was suggested that I still pose a question for discussion as we
do at our gathering. We can email any response that you may wish to
share I was talking with Caitlin and it is her topic.</DIV>
<DIV>Hugs Gillian</DIV>
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<DIV>Women’s Group Topic of Discussion:</DIV>
<DIV>Though these are strange and difficult times, a promising
future still lingers on the horizon. The sun is shining its face,
the birds are singing in their choirs, and the flowers are beginning
to stretch their arms skyward. Spring is upon is. And with it comes
rebirth, renewal, and hope.</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>This leads me to my topic of conversation for the week. When
was a time in your life where you had to start again? Find a new
beginning? Start a new chapter in your life? Was it through
circumstance forced upon you, or was it perhaps spurred
through your own free will? </DIV>
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<DIV>There are many such occasions in an individual’s life, but I
hope that we can focus on the positive. In these difficult times
it’s good to remember how much we’ve already overcome and how we’ve
thrived regardless. Like a dandelion through the pavement’s cracks,
we will all see the light again. </DIV></DIV></DIV></DIV><BR
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The Journey Toward Nothing (BRS Media)
Naturally Healthy Goats (BRS Media)
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When the Biomass Hits the Wind Turbine
Arriving at Blue Rock Station</PRE>
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Blue Rock Station/Warmke Farm LLC
<A href="http://www.bluerockstation.com/" rel=noreferrer target=_blank>www.bluerockstation.com</A>
(740) 674-4300 or (740) 252-6295 Mobile
Radio: When the Biomass Hits the Wind Turbine
WOUB Digital Wednesday 9 am
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Publications:
The Business of Goat Herding (BRS Media)
The Journey Toward Nothing (BRS Media)
Naturally Healthy Goats (BRS Media)
Podcasts: <A href="http://bluerockstation.com" rel=noreferrer target=_blank>bluerockstation.com</A>
When the Biomass Hits the Wind Turbine
Arriving at Blue Rock Station</PRE>
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