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Monday, March 3, 2025

 Monday, March 3, 2025

      Today is the sixth anniversary of Mike's death. Life does go on. 

     I spent part of the evening and a good part of the night thinking about the young woman who asked me to do a prenuptial healing for her.  I picked up a problem these two had.  I suspected she had a silent healing in mind.  I don't do that. I'm psychic. I get impressions and information. No one is forced to work with me. I don't feel comfortable keeping quiet if I get strong impressions with a strong push to share.  I try to listen to that inner voice.  I don't assume it is always right. I can't imagine that's possible, to be always right. But someone can disregard what I have to say. 

    The disturbing impression I picked up was on the nature of their relationship. There was a lack of balance between them that would create a problem down the road if it wasn't addressed.

    She was extremely extroverted and friendly, and he was reserved.  I had observed them during Mass before I had any connection with them. They turned their backs to me as they faced the baptismal font. She had her arm around him. At first, I thought she was his mother. He stood there passively. 

    Then, as she asked me to provide healing, she made a comment, something about my telling them not to go through with the wedding.  Odd.  I didn't bring it up.  The woman was 38. This wasn't her first long-term relationship.  The young man was three years younger, which is not a big deal.  What was a big deal was she had a strong sense of herself, and he didn't.  I know relationships that have that imbalance, and they work, but there was a twist to this one.  I picked up she had planned to transform him into something he was not and probably never wanted to be.  He was a floater. Someone who went with the flow. She was steering.  My guess is she's been here before. As her partner doesn't respond to her 'loving support,' she gets frustrated and angry. Look at all she is doing for him; he not only doesn't make an effort but resents her ministration. 

   According to the Internet, the book Women Who Love Too Much was published in 1987.  I remember reading it earlier than that. I think it helped me to establish a healthy basis for my relationship with Mike. I asked myself, "Could I live with what he was right now for the rest of my life?"  Anyone with big plans for their spouse is in trouble, and so is their spouse.  The title, 'Women Who Love Too Much," is ironic.  People who behave this way think they're supportive, but they are not.  While they set out to 'save' their partner from their worst self with loving support, they are codependent and reinforce their partner's worst behavior.  Even worse, they leave their partner if they overcome their problem. 

   My guess is the young woman in question has lived out this pattern before and knows what's in store at one level while she denies it at another.  The more aggressively loving she becomes, the more he retreats into himself. You get the picture.  I hope I'm wrong. 

   I texted her, asking her to call me because I had a question. I told her I had picked up on a problem in their relationship. Since sharing my impressions was part of my healing practice, would she prefer to have another healer? I could have just said something came up and I couldn't make it. But I have discovered no one approaches me who doesn't want a direct and to-the-point statement from me. 

   When I checked my email, I found one from someone interested in my remaining solar panels.  I had to replace the panels I had installed in 2017.  They failed at an alarming rate. The company paid for the replacements, but each one took a long time. Finally, the company offered to honor the warranty. I had them all replaced and bought two more.  Three were dead. It cost me $30 a piece to have them recycled. I sold all the panels that were replaced for $75 a piece.  I have 13 of the originals left. Because they are part of the flawed batch, I offered them for $10 apiece.  I had each panel checked with a voltage meter. The results are written on each panel, but I can't guarantee their functioning. Luc is planning to take all thirteen when he flies over from Maui on the thirteenth. I will be rid of all of them. Yay! 

Sunday, March 2, 2025

Sunday, March 2, 2025

 

 I had been down, thinking of everyone who didn't offer me what I had with Mike, someone who was just there and committed to me.  I didn't need to be the only one he was committed to. It didn't have to be 100% of him 100% of the time, but there had to be a thread connecting us 100% of the time.  And that's how it felt. That's what it means to be bonded to someone.

 I switched from dwelling on what I lacked to focusing on what I had. What a difference in my frame of mind, and how much better I felt.

 During Mass, I observed a friend, the woman who invited me for Christmas dinner, rubbing her back. She looked like she was in discomfort.  I asked her about it.  She has sciatica.  I offered to show her Gokhale's stretchsitting technique for relieving pain.  We went inside the church and sat in the pew.  The back of the pew is polished wood. There was no traction.  I needed to use my hand to help her feel the effect. She felt some benefit from it immediately.  I asked if I could do some work on her. She said yes.  I did a gentle massage along the spine wherever it felt right.  While her pain was in her lower back and leg, the release point was in her right upper back. While it surprised her, she couldn't deny the impact. When she stood up to walk, the pain was gone.  Getting to go away permanently takes time and work.  We revert to our habitual posture and movements. When we do, the pain returns. 

 As I left, a young woman approached me. She had observed what I did with my friend and recognized it as energy healing. She studied Reiki, an energy healing method, and it changed her life. She was getting married on Friday and would love to have an energy session before the wedding, but she didn't know where to find someone. I agreed to meet her at the church on Tuesday to give her a free session. 

 Then, I left for the Unity Church in the old industrial area to attend the sound bath. The Unity Church offers a free sound bath on the first Sunday of every month. I had been attending for a while, and my response got deeper each time I went.

 Much to my delight, Isaac called. I get a call from him every few months. He's a young man who spent a missionary year in Hawaii teaching at a Seventh-Day Adventist School. A parishioner living on the mainland offered him his Hawaii house for the year. Isaac assumed he would be embraced by the parishioners at the local church, particularly other young adults. Nothing like that happened. He was isolated. Holy cow!  He's a twin and one of four children with a large extended family.  He attended a Seventh Day Adventist College that his sister also attended.  He had never been socially isolated in his life.  I marveled at the position he had put himself in.  I saw it as a dramatic change. We met because he lived in our neighborhood and ran and walked. For a while there, I was his new best friend. Toward the end of his stay, he made friends with other missionaries on the other side of the island. Fortunately, he had a good relationship with his grandparents, which made him open to a relationship with me. I helped him through the year. 

  Before starting medical school, he visited Hawaii and some friends he had made here. 

        After Isaac returned to the mainland, he kept in touch, calling me occasionally, generally when he needed support or advice. We'd have a good 15 to 20-minute conversation and then say, 'Oh, by the way,' and bring up what was troubling him. I finally told him to please not do that. Start the conversation with the problem, then continue talking if it suits him. The other way makes me feel manipulated. It was not a good feeling.

 When he called today, I said, 'Please tell me the problem. Then, if you want, we can converse.' He laughed. "I was just thinking of that as I called. I don't have a problem today. I was thinking of you and thought to call." Delightful. He sounded stronger and clearer than I had ever heard him before. Also, delightful.  

 When I got home, I asked Joseph about the church's position on healing from the unordained.  The woman I agreed to do a prenuptial healing with didn't have a car.  She could walk to the church; we could do it there. Then, I became concerned that the church might not approve.  I didn't want to disrespect the sanctuary.  Joseph did some research and wrote up a statement. The church didn't generally object to healing but specifically objected to Reiki healing. I suspect they feel it is linked to an Asian religion.  All healing is predicated on a belief in energy. If the church doesn't generally condemn it, I assume it concerns religious affiliations. Joseph said it recommended I seek spiritual direction.  I called Sandor.

 Sandor was ordained a deacon in the last class Mike was involved with. He was currently on the mainland.  I called at 6:30. When Sandor answered, I realized it would be 11:30 in Miami. He was there taking care of his parents. He was in Lake Tahoe at a college reunion with friends.  He told me the church wasn't a problem, but the fellow parishioners might be. I should be okay if they don't dig a dunking pond. 

 The day was capped off with a delightful visit from Yvette. We had dinner together. Neither of us cooks; we both provide our own food. However, I bought a lime tart at Island Naturals, and we both had a bit of that.

 In the late afternoon, I had a session with fourth-grade MH. She had been at a birthday party and couldn't meet earlier. I finished the last sentence from a paragraph we worked on in the previous session. She rewrote one of the sentences. Everything about the sentence had the correct meaning. However, they weren't the words the author had used. That is only a problem when she is unfamiliar with the topic and can't quickly render it in images. Then, she will need the language as a reference point.

   I did two reading comprehension exercises from the fourth-grade selection. She did well on those.  Then, I returned to a Phase III exercise focusing on auditory recall of phrases, clauses, and sentences and spelling. The first sentence was, "Only a few early Americans had rugs on their floors." Oh, dear. She had no idea what an early American was. (I must check with my other kids to see if this is unusual.)  I asked her if she knew what an early Hawaiian was. In fourth grade, they study state history. She told me what they were studying. She learned nothing about the history of Hawaii. The state tourist bureau must have set the curriculum. 

 Even worse, she concluded that they had rugs and had no floors. She distinguished between rugs you could pick up and rugs you couldn't (wall-to-wall carpeting). You didn't have floors if you couldn't pick up the rugs. She didn't say you couldn't see the floors; from what she said, I assumed she thought there were no floors in the room. Both she and her dad make comments like this. They aren't 'stupid.' They're very literal-minded. Her dad assumed the Golden State Bridge was made of gold.  He feels terrible about her 'condition.' He feels it's his fault.  I will start again next week to see if I can figure out precisely what she was saying. Is the problem with a mistaken conclusion, or is it a problem with her verbal expression?

 


Saturday, March 1, 2025

 Saturday, March 1, 2025

    I spent most of the day looking up the attributes of the left and right brain using images posted on the Internet. Most listed six. When I got through, I had over 50 and only added one or two of my own. People expressed similar concepts with different words.

 

    McGilchrist’s thesis revolves around power. He asks which part of the brain dominates and which part should dominate. I argue that the brain should be viewed from the perspective of functionality, not dominance. The question is, ‘Which man is best for the job?’ not which part of the brain should always be the Master. The world is in disorder if it is not.

   The relationship between the two parts of the brain should be like a good marriage, where each partner is valued for their strengths. McGilchrist says one side of the brain will inhibit the other to gain control. He thinks the left brain has become dominant in Western civilization.

  In a good marriage, there are default settings.  We have learned when one partner is best for the job versus the other. The less ‘dominant’ then steps aside but monitors the situation. They step in only if there’s an obvious problem; they have veto rights.  There are domains of control. If it is a marriage with equality, some situations require negotiation.  In a bad marriage, it’s a fight to the death, with each side critical of the other’s perception, needs, knowledge, etc.  It can be pretty all-conclusive if it’s bad enough.  It can be a life-and-death battle for control.  Neither side has respect for the other’s thoughts or feelings. Deadly.

   Most human conflict involves differences of perception and understanding once the basic needs of food, water, shelter, and safety have been resolved. The need to be ‘in the right’ dominates and becomes particularly fierce in an unstable social environment. Historically, our lives depended on the group's acceptance. We had to ‘fit in’ or were expelled from the group.

   Current anthropological research of hunter/gatherer groups shows equality being the standard, not just among men, but between men and women.  I would love to know how group stability is maintained.  There are limits in any group. It is possible that the group can tolerate people who are not heterosexual; that simply means the culture can tolerate something sections of our culture have difficulty with. It doesn’t mean that culture is universally open-ended.  No cultural institution is.

   Dean came to play solitaire today without Nina. She was hit hard by the vog. For those who don’t know, vog is volcanic fumes and fog. It hits people with respiratory problems hard.  Nina has a history of asthma. It was terrible when we moved here. Then it cleared. Then Kilauea started up again. People love seeing the fireworks: volcanic plumes shooting up into the air.  Even the residents like that, but no one likes the vog.  

   Dean and I played Nina’s hand. Nina frequently won. Dean argued she sat in the lucky seat. Last week, he sat there, and he won. This week, Dean sat in his old seat. ‘Nina’ had the lucky seat today, and she won.

 

Friday, February 28, 2025

 Friday, February 28, 2025 

   I woke up in surprisingly good emotional shape. I had thought of something bad but didn't go down that slippery slope. I didn't even need a distraction.  It just happened. It would be so nice if that were my new normal.  What made the difference? Facing my desire to 'destroy' my mother. By destroy, I mean force her to face the damage she did to me, and my sister.  Her argument, which she believed, was it was better for her to criticize and never praise.  She repeated the treatment she received from her father, which he received from his father. Her dad treated the dog the same way.  He was way short of being a dog whisperer.  When I described the way he trained his dog, someone told me that dogs like that wind up being extraordinary, one way or the other. Lort, my mom's 'brother,' was remarkable in a positive way. Maybe my mom thought that's what her treatment would do for her children. However, like my grandfather and his father before him, she had hidden motivation- as we all do.  It was a drive for absolute power and perhaps a justification for her vengeful treatment of anyone who contradicted her. Maybe I am becoming more like my mother. I want to 'force' someone to see things my way.  Hopefully, my desire to do it for love and healing will be less damaging. Also, I believe in the value of honest praise. I don't believe people are better off if they think nothing they are or do is worthwhile.

   It was a Hula Day. The class is led by two teachers, Sweety and Paulette. Sweety instructs the class, and Paulette models the dance so everyone can follow her. Paulette's husband, Bill, accompanies her to every session.  One day, he approached me and told me how much I was improving. He commented on my left arm's improved range of motion and stamina.

He was aware I had shattered my left shoulder and elbow and had reconstructive surgery on my elbow and a reverse shoulder replacement.

   During one class several months ago, Sweety, the instructor, singled me out for correction. I hadn't raised my left arm high enough.  It was supposed to be completely vertical instead of in the Hail Caesar or Heil Hitler salute.  Since she called me from a distance, I answered from a distance. "I shattered my left shoulder and have a reverse shoulder replacement. I will never be able to lift my left arm fully again."  Since then, Bill has been watching my progress.  It was very sweet of him to reach out to me.  It was also good to know I was getting better.  I could feel that my strength was improving. It took longer before the arm hurt too much to continue raising it.

   I spent the day researching the right and left halves of the brain. The more I read, the more I disagree with McGilchrist's thesis. His argument is absurd. I wouldn't object to it if it were just about how the brain works, but he's talking about power and dominance rather than function. His is a political statement. Welcome to the culture wars! 

   It's not only his thesis that's off. The basis for his thesis contradicts his arguments. It's wild. He's a neuroscientist, a left-brain profession if there ever was one, who is familiar with Western history from reading the books by dead white men and some live ones, possibly of a variety of colors, and based a theory of how the brain works from all this very abstract, left-brain knowledge.  He has constructed a left-brain thesis to denounce the left brain as a usurper of right-brain dominance.  His thesis is adolescent. It's a rebellion against his training. I'm sorry for him if he never truly transcended left-brain thinking. He never got the correct therapy to help him.

    He has ignored cognitive styles and the value of everything in his work. I prefer to see it all on a continuum. Some are more left brain; some are more right. Every modality has its value; every modality has its pitfalls. The one thing I did get from my conversation with Rob was that people can have a strong left brain in one context and a strong right brain in another and not have the two hemispheres in conversation with each other.  My mother must have been like that.  She could make contradictory statements within two sentences.  It was stunning.  She wasn't stupid. She was a very bright woman. But the two hemispheres weren't in communication with each other.  She didn't process the information from the right brain in her left brain or vice versa.

    Brilliance is any area of thinking where the left and the right are active and work together, not in competition. I read that years ago.  Trained musicians use both sides of their brain.

    The left may come to maturity after the right.  A young child may pick up an instrument and start playing with it.  If they're going to progress, the left brain has to come online. They may get formal training in their field, or they may develop it on their own. Innovators develop their left-brain skills on their own. It's a matter of degree, not either or. It's my theory that the wider the swing from left to right, the more brilliant that person will be in the area where they apply it.

   I had the Twins today at 1:30, even though they usually get out at 2:30 on Fridays. Their mom had picked them up early in anticipation of a planned camping trip for the weekend.

    I had Twin A first. I asked her about the planned trip. Was the whole family going? Yes. Did they have a tent big enough for all six people?  Mama K and their dad were sleeping in a tent. Their brother, sixth-grade K, was sleeping under the truck. Their older sister was sleeping in a tent with her girlfriend.  This camping trip was for that girlfriend's birthday.  I know they go camping several times a year. Mama K keeps those kids active. She does a great job.

   I did another exercise in comparison. I used a fourth-grade passage from IXL.  

    People all over the world love dumplings, or pockets of dough stuffed with a filling.  But different countries have their own way of making them. For example, pierogi are a type of dumpling that comes from Poland, while ravioli comes from Italy. Ravioli is often stuffed with cheese and herbs. Pierogi, on the other hand, are commonly stuffed with mashed potatoes.  They are also usually larger than most ravioli. No matter what the size or what's inside, dumplings of all sizes are delicious. 

Dumplings

Fillings

Country of Origin

Size

Taste

Ravioli

Cheese and Herbs

Italy

Smaller

Delicious

Pierogi

Mashed potatoes

Poland

Bigger

Delicious

 

The above is the passage and the chart. Twin A didn't do a perfect job without help, but so much better than she did last time.  She started by saying it was dumplings compared to pierogis and ravioli. Maybe she needs some classification work.  Everything has to be taught explicitly, but she can and does learn.   I had planned for the categories of filling, country of origin, size, and taste.  I didn't plan for the category of dumplings because they were both dumplings. The chart was blank when we started the work.  I had to guide her to go back to the text to find the information, and in some cases, I highlighted the text, but she got it so much better than she had on our first attempt.

    With Twin E, I worked on a third-grade passage. She is still behind her sister, who could be on a beginning fifth-grade level by the end of the year. It was a passage where she had to determine the main idea. In this case, I used the question set by the IXL program. She got it correctly with ease.  She had trouble reading the word gravity. She reversed the r and the a.  She read it a gar and then jar.  I had to lead her through the procedure. I asked her how many vowel letters were in the word. She correctly identified three. Therefore, how many syllables?  I still had to help her decode gra.  What sound does the a make? She said a short a, which is incorrect but may be good enough for her to infer the correct pronunciation.  She got the vi and the ty. She blended the three syllables using the short a.  She read on and inferred the correct pronunciation of gravity.  Students must be trained to use context to infer the correct pronunciation of a word. That's what the Whole Language Program was striving for. They're right, but it alone doesn't work.  "That and a token will get you in the subway." Successful readers must master decoding, memorizing word families (patterns), and inferring the meaning of words from context.

   I asked Twin E if she wanted to do another passage. She said no, so I let her go. It is vital to give students some control over their circumstances.

  I called my friend Jean, and we did a water meditation. We talk daily and comfort each other. What a gift!

   I had fifth-grade GV at 2:30. We could have worked on his story about how he got his dog, but instead, I showed him how to use Grammarly to correct his work. Grammarly is a brilliant idea. I've learned from the program. It's a great, nonjudgmental way for anyone to learn. I can only hope it won't get him in trouble at school. They're more concerned about having an accurate sample of the student's work than having them learn. I understand.

   The IXL program I opened came up first. The story was finished except for the editing, so we were in no hurry. Letting something sit for a while is a good idea anyway.

    I started with a selection at the fourth-grade level, which GV easily understood. I then immediately switched to fifth-grade material, which required identifying the theme. 

   His reading fluency was excellent, except for reading the names accurately; Lina and Danielle. He substituted a D  and an L name. That works.  I did that for years. I decode everything now. I learned to do that because of the method of teaching decoding that I use. I practice the procedure along with my students. I take pleasure in figuring out each word now.

   In the story, Danielle has taken up knitting. She was terrible at it but had no compunction foisting her creations on friends and family. She offered to knit a sweater for Lina, her best friend Gulp! What was our hero to do? GV missed that Danielle was about to offer to knit something for Lina.  He thought she was offering Lina an opportunity to knit something herself. Oh, dear. As I suspected from his comprehension scores, he had difficulty following the language. We'll fix that.  It shouldn't take long.

Thursday, February 27, 2025

Thursday, February 27, 2025

 

     I had an appointment with Shelly, my therapist/life coach.  I told her about my discomfort with the therapist my PCP recommended, Rob.  While we got off to a good start, there were cracks.  First, he's too interested in engaging in intellectual discussions. While I love doing that,  I don't want to spend my time discussing my work and all the theories I have so lovingly developed.

   A second concern came up. Rob is a 'follower' of McGilchrist, who advocates the dominance of the right brain. This concerns me for several reasons. I view the brain in terms of function. Does the brain serve the needs of a person? One hemisphere may be more in use than the other. While the two halves may engage in a back-and-forth tug of war, it should result in a solution both halves are comfortable with. That should be the goal, like the outcomes of a good marriage.

    In a good marriage, partners take turns being the dominant one.  There may be areas of expertise or deep concern where one partner cares more about an issue than the other; therefore, that partner's needs hold sway.

    I find it ironic that McGilchrist combats the left brain's penchant for theoretical thinking with a theory.  Since it is a theory, it seduces people to become believers.

   I went to Ulu Wini today. I knew it would be a short day. I was expecting to work with sixth-graders I hadn't seen before. Shauntel warned me she was a special ed student. That didn't alarm me. Most of the kids I work with might be classified as special ed.  She didn't arrive when the rest of the children did. Shauntel told me she used the special ed. bus driven by J.J. It's the same bus Luke uses.  Luke suffers from a genetic mutation, FoxG1. His mental and physical development is that of an infant.  Children with severe physical or behavioral problems are transported in that special bus. That changed my perspective.  She has serious issues. I have no idea what they might be.

  I worked with two second-grade children on comprehension. Both need explicit instruction. So much is missing. I read a story with KJ about a cat that moved into a house with mice. The mice were concerned. One of the mice proposed putting a bell around the cat's neck. Great idea! Question, who will do the deed?  KJ didn't know that cats ate mice. Without that bit of information, she was lost. As I explained things to her and showed her how language worked, I could see the wheels turning. That's what rings my chimes. That look, as the light goes on.

  She was also missing another vital piece of information. She didn't know that mice might be food for a cat or that animals and humans could be a source of meat.

   I had some chores in mind after I left the Ulu Wini community center.  First, I went to the Kaiser pharmacy to drop off medication and syringes that had been sitting in my refrigerator for about a year. I considered taking this medication to help with my osteoporosis.  I bought the first 28-day supply for a mere $450 out-of-pocket payment.  I realized there was no way I was going to inject myself with a potent chemical daily.  My friend, Melissa, a doctor who volunteers her services as an OB/GYN, told me I had to take it to the pharmacy for proper disposal. The pharmacist told me they don't provide that service. But she agreed to take mine. Great.

   I had meant to drop off screwdriver bits at the Restore Store, within walking distance from the Ulu Wini community center. I forgot when I was through with the tutoring.  I went back there and dropped them off. I was so glad it did. Completing small chores can be so fulfilling.

   I had one more stop, Costco, to pick up salads and blueberries.

    I ran into Darby with her brother, wife, and son on my evening walk.  They were here for a brief visit. They came from Seattle, so her brother could attend a circus juggling workshop.  There is a communal circus community on the east side of the island. The trip here was delayed a few days.

   Darby's brother and his wife were walking to the plane to come to Hawaii when her phone rang. Her father had just died. She was Jewish, and the funeral would be within 24 hours. They turned around and caught a plane to the closest airport to her father's Long Island, New York home.  They did one day of shiva before they set off to Hawaii to catch what they could of the workshop.

   I knew nothing about a circus community in Hawaii, no less the Big Island, no less in Pahoa. It's the Hiccup Circus Community. From the photos, they provide classes mainly for children. It's more than that.  Darby's brother and son have been involved in circus activities for a long time. Darby's twenty-four-year-old nephew didn't leave for Long Island with his father and wife, Mile's stepmother. I met all three. They are just lovely people; I liked them all immediately. 

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

 Wednesday, February 26, 2025

     Today was the last session of the Grief Recovery Method class.  I wasn’t looking forward to it.  I almost forgot about it at one point. I set my alarm, so it didn’t.  I wasn’t sure if the problem was with the work or the instructor.  She had tried to kick me out of the class.  I didn’t make it easy for her.

    I spent the morning mowing the lower lawn, which takes about 45 minutes. After completing that task, I had half an hour before I had to leave for Grief Recovery class.  I ate my breakfast and headed out.

   The six remaining people were all present. I was nervous. As we met in our small groups to read our letters,  I realized I was afraid I would start that deep crying I had done in the second session, which prompted the leader to call me and tell me I didn’t belong in the group because my pain was “too deep.” She gave me several excuses explaining why I wouldn’t benefit from the class.  I told her I would not voluntarily leave. She would have to kick me out in front of the whole class if she felt that strongly.  I knew her problem was that I questioned something she said.

   Today, the leader told a participant that she hadn’t done her homework correctly and couldn’t participate in the small group activity except as a listener. The participant was shocked and looked upset. When we had a break, I asked her if she wanted a hug. She said yes. I whispered in her ear that the leader had tried to kick me out of the program.  She laughed and looked much better.

I can see why it is important to follow the rules. That’s what the program is about; it creates a format for coming to terms with loss. While the leader presented the protocol as if it were the only thing that could work, today, she was a bit softer about it. She acknowledged that there are circumstances where it doesn’t work. For example, it doesn’t work if you’re stuck in a bad relationship; you can’t get out of it easily.  

   In the end, we all hugged. One woman told me how much she appreciated my questions. Some participants may have felt that way, and some may have shared the leader’s feelings, upset that I questioned authority.

   Outside, I got into a conversation with one of the women who was not in my small group. We’re both educators. She asked me about my tutoring and offered to send students my way. We talked about methods of teaching reading. I didn’t go into the details of my method but told her that I had success. With some students, fifteen minutes can turn them around; with others, it takes years to see a big improvement. With some students, my approach to teaching is untenable.

    I hadn’t visited Paulette since the Greif Recovery classes started. It was all too much for me. I didn’t have much time today because I had students starting at 1:30.  Elsa and I love visiting Auntie P.

   I had four students today: the fifth-grade Twins, fifth-grade GV, and fourth-grade LG. I started with Twin E. She read a third-grade passage in IXL fluently and then easily answered comprehension questions. Wow! I completed the compare/contrast exercise with her. She still struggled to understand what was being compared, but once she understood that, she did okay.

  I always started a session by asking a child how the day went. GV said it was a great day in school. Wow! I have never had a child show exuberance about a day in school.  The boy who bullied him (and everyone else, including the teacher) was transferred from his reading class. I said the teacher must be thrilled to have him out of his class. GV told me the boy was in that teacher’s homeroom.

 GV repeated that a teacher told him the boy had a bad home life. I wondered what he had been told. He said he observed his younger brother almost drown. He didn’t help him because he couldn’t swim. Hmm!   That may be a trauma, but it doesn’t adequately explain his extreme behavior.

  GV and I completed the story about how he got his dog, Maggie, and I copied it into Grammarly. Using it has corrected my spelling, capitalization, and clarity and taught me to write better.

  I started a story with LG. It was scattered, but a point emerged. Ah, this was our first attempt.  I look forward to the second and third.  So far, I’ve always had good progress with the co-writing method. In the beginning, my role is more significant. I have to pull ideas out of the student and compose a lot of it myself. I ask the student for details and include any thoughts they casually throw out or sentences they generate. After one or two of these exercises, the student takes over, and I’m just the typist recording their thoughts.

 

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

 Tuesday, February 25, 2025

    I met with Rob, the therapist. We continued talking about McGilchrist. While I enjoy our discussions, that's not why I'm doing this work. I told him I was concerned about the way the sessions were going. He asked me what I wanted from our work. I pondered the question, asking for an answer, which I expected from my unconscious mind. What came up not once but twice, I didn't trust him.  I shared that information with him.  He asked why I didn't trust him. I thought he was taking too much pleasure in our intellectual conversations.  I didn't tell him I also feared his right brain bias, following McGilchrist's theories. 

   The right and left brains are of equal importance. One should not be dominant over the other. Babies and young children are primarily right-brain. They are also mainly unconscious in their thinking. They have no capacity for judgment. They run into traffic. Does McGilchrist propose the right brain is the Master? While the modern world has overvalued left-brain thinking, they often don't know the difference.

  The right brain is primarily concerned with concrete thinking, and the left brain with abstract thinking. They can be in conflict and inhibit each other through the corpus callosum. They are at their best if they work together.

    I work with children who don't develop good left-brain thinking skills. I assure you, they are no more loving than anyone else and often less because they feel alienated because they can't perform well in school. McGilchrist suggests the right brain is belief, and the left brain is knowledge.  Since he feels the right brain should be the Master, I guess he feels all those folks who argue their beliefs are the only true ones are left-brain dominant.  Both the left and right brain are capable of perceiving details, the parts, and the whole. Can he truly argue that someone focused on the parts of a flower is left brain-driven? Can't one contemplate the parts of the flower with right brain perception as well as left? Can't we switch back and forth, at will?  And that brings me to another consideration, the difference between the unconscious and conscious minds.  The latter is linked to the prefrontal cortex, which is the seat of executive function.

 

   I went through all the images on the Internet of the brain, listing the properties and skills of the left and right brain.

LEFT HEMISPHERE

RIGHT HEMISPHERE

Abstract/symbolic

Concrete/sensory

Imitative

Creative

Analytical/Logical /Rules/rational

Intuitive /Experiential/

Learn from

Discover on your own                    

Scripted

Improvisational                        

Top Down/concept-driven

Bottom-up/sensory

Contracts

Expands

Stability

Change

Interpretation

Images

Scripted

Improvisational

Focus

Free associative

2 D

3D-SPATIAL orientation/ motion detection

I am entitled/should

I want

Objective/covertly I centered because it denies it selects a framework

Subjective/ more overtly I centered/

Cautious stays with bounds

Adventurous, risk-taking, does not like to be confined by a set of rules that do not make sense

Systematic/strategic

Random/coincidental/causal/free

Sequential

simultaneous

Propositional

Imaginative

Loves the familiar

Enjoys the new

practical

impractical

plans

Responds

In control

Lacks control/ passion-driven

Bounded

Without boundaries

Values order

Values disorder/organized chaos

Objective reality

Unrealistic relates to I want

Objective reality

Subjective reality

Short-term memory

Long-term memory

Time-oriented structure

no sense of time, doesn’t work within structure

Intellect

Emotions

facts

concepts

Present & past

Present & future

What knows to be right

What feels right

Verbal

Visual/Sensory

Prefer T/F questions

Prefers multiple choice or open-ended questions

Asks how

Asks why

Likes parts before whole

Likes whole before parts

Looks for differences

Looks for similarities

Details

Shapes/ Patterns

Brain operates in a spiral pattern  

Brain operates in a random pattern

Explicit input

Implicit input

Analysis

Synthesis (dialectal reasoning)

Single focus

Multi-tasking/parallel processing

Cerebral feel it in our heads

Visceral- feel it in our guts

Likes to be told what to do

Wants understanding before action

Prefers methodical and repetitive teaching

Likes coincidental teaching

Likes to follow the ideas of others

Comes up with original ideas

Learns through lectures

Prefers visual learning, slides, movies, etc

Processes new material exclusively auditorily

Uses imagination and vision when learning.

Passive listening

Active listening

Auditory recall

Photographic memory

Worries over decisions

Makes decisions easily from the gut

Digit

Analog

Does not like learning new things

Curiosity about the new

Will stay confined to a single part

Holistic, considers the part in the context of the whole

Precise

General

Academic intelligence

Social intelligence

Low tolerance for not knowing

High tolerance for not knowing

 

Absent-mindedness/daydreaming

Prefers nonfiction

Prefers fiction

Knows object’s name/ character’s name

Knows object function/Knows relationship

 

  Both sides of the brain are, can, and should be involved in all mental actions. This may be a measure of intelligence. A person becomes good at something to the degree that both sides of their brain are engaged in the activity. 

   Other mental states can represent either side of the brain: Absolute versus relative thinking, conscious and unconscious processing, and focus on the part versus the whole, which fall into that category. Both sides of the brain can perform both activities.

    Most people are somewhere on the continuum between two extremes. Those at the extreme of one side or the other without the balance of the other side are probably dysfunctional.

   As I see it, McGilchrist is concerned about power and dominance, The Master or His Emissary. To assume we will always bequeath power to left-brain thinkers suggests Hitler was a left-brain thinker. Huh?  As I see it, people differ in their ability to deal with uncertainty.  Uncertainty means we're not in control.  The world is not going to behave according to our expectations. The world is not going to act in a way that favors them.  Both sides of the brain are capable of dealing with uncertainty or not. Religions try to deal with it. They call everything that happens to us God's will and, therefore, good by definition.

   It reminds me of something my uncle taught me through a story. He called it the Army's Clean Up Philosophy of Life: "Move everything you can move. What you can't move, paint green and call good." 

    The difference between people is where they fall on the scale of absolutism and relativism; one deals with absolutes, the other with statistical possibilities.  Hopefully, no one is absolutely absolute or absolutely relativistic.

  It was a Ulu Wini day. I started with third-grade KJ. Her problem was with vocabulary and syntax. Fluent readers can anticipate the next word as they read.  If not adept at a language, either because English is not their native language, because of linguistic impoverishment, or both, it's hard to read fluently.  Children from language-rich families speaking other languages rapidly pick up complex language structures in English.  The rich get richer. It's just the way it is.  I selected a third-grade passage from IXL for KJ.  She read it reasonably well, but her understanding of the story's facts wasn't good.  She was missing vocabulary. She didn't know what the word opposite meant. The story was incomprehensible without it.  

   The weight of what these kids don't know and can't do is huge. However, I don't despair because I heard an impactful lecture at a symposium on cognition at Princeton University. They had a Thursday lecture series, and I loved it.

    The speaker talked about programming information into a computer.  He said depth of information was more important than quantity, although the two intersected. If you take a simple sentence like, "The ball rolled down the hill," and thoroughly explain each concept the sentence contained, you would have included a tremendous amount of information.  All the concepts behind the word ball are breathtaking.  A ball is a solid sphere.  Solid versus liquid or gas. Sphere versus other geometric forms. A sphere can roll. Rolling is a process whereby the sphere moves. Moves means . . .   Etc, etc, etc.  You can catch the drift.  If something is explored in depth, there is a geometric increase in knowledge and understanding.

   Next, I worked with second-grade ST, KJ's sister. She struggles with basic word recognition. She still struggles with the first fifty words of the Fry Sight Word List. She was out of it. She has a 'stupid' look on her face. I get that every once in a while. Once she sees she can learn, the look disappears. However, I'm still not sure how to engage her.

    Then, I had third-grade TR. While her ability to recall the Fry Sight word list had greatly improved, her ability to read fluently was poor. We spent our time working on reading multiple-syllable words. She had trouble identifying the vowels in words, although she could name them perfectly. This was interesting. She has knowledge but doesn't think of applying it. For her, everything is learned in isolation.

 


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