What I often have no grasp of are the plots and details that are being choreographed in exceptional detail, bringing all of the characters together into the story arc that is just real enough for me to not snap awake, and just unreal enough for me to be at least somewhat intrinsically certain that what I am living is not real. More often than not, I find myself waking with a few things flushed away, cleared from memory. It makes me think that it’s finally time for me to have a kind of routine of sorts, if only to flush the buffers. There are people who would think themselves knowledgeable who have not touched the surface of knowledge. There are people who would say that they are very Zen, but have never sat and contemplated a Koan. The ability for someone to think about their reality, accept it, and dissect it is paramount if one is to let go of their fear, doubt, and self-hindrance.
Throughout this long and very subtle piece of story telling I have been struck by parallels to our present context and at the risk of generalising I offer just a few to invite discussion. Leadership theorists have long noted how Western approaches to leadership are essentially ‘Heroic’ in mode – great men (and just occasionally women) who rise to the fore in times of crisis.
These insights feature in the more reflective approaches to clergy leadership training around the country. Leadership theorists have long noted how Western approaches to leadership are essentially ‘Heroic’ in mode  – great men (and just occasionally women) who rise to the fore in times of crisis. These insights feature in the more reflective approaches to clergy leadership training around the country.  But the widespread frustration expressed on these courses is that diocesan leadership styles have yet to embrace the same insights and all too often remain entrenched in more hierarchy and patronage. If you are interested in booking Jane for your guild program or quilt conference, please refer to this link for more workshop information.
Under the Influence is a lecture of the visual and philosophical ideas that have influenced me and my work.
Drawing skills are not needed but participants should have a strong interest in developing their own design language and unique visual symbols.
We all have innate preferences for certain colors, shapes and proportions, as well as natural attractions to certain symbols, images and icons. Students should have a desire to develop their own design language and unique visual symbols, plus an interest in the history of decorative design. This is your chance to get familiar with the stitches contained in your sewing machine or to sample some stitches you have never tried before. This workshop is for those of you who have collected Jane’s colorful large floral printed fabric (by FreeSpirit) but haven’t had the heart to cut into them yet. I have created a series of silhouette designs to be used in combination with my FreeSpirit fabrics. More often than not, I try to pretend that everyone I know has that, not because it is Better, but because I Wants. Perhaps then I should only surround myself with people who want to converse in meaningful ways or who I don’t mind the drivel.
A significant number of clergy on these leadership courses have had previous careers in business or industry.
I reflect how often, after the last candidate has come through, there can be a lingering sense of disappointment in the air that someone we hoped for and needed has not turned up.
These workshops have been successfully conducted for thousands of people from Tokyo, Japan to Lincoln, Nebraska. In this class we will study photographs and slides of a variety of historic and ethnic decorative objects to help uncover some of the motifs and symbols which may have powerful personal resonance. What ever machine you have, we will try to find the stitches which speak your language and will make your needle projects more expressive.


In this class we will study photographs and slides of a variety of historic and ethnic decorative objects to help uncover some of the motifs and symbols which may have powerful personal resonance.  For example, you may be drawn to Buddhist mandalas or Mexican milagros. I may have been the only one in my party who found it completely satisfying (and of course the curse of a year following gives the clarity needed to fully appreciate the implications). No rose colored glasses tainting how you view yourself and take stock of just a few things. Cutting edge theological training establishments will have their ‘Leadership studies department’. We have strong expectations and requirements of those who lead us and are blunt in our assessment of those who don’t match up.
I would often catch myself in that kind of a feedback loop and know that I did not want such a thing. Work was interesting because it sometimes would feel like every single person in that environment was a more mature, better developed aspect of my personality and preferences. Anime or other foreign films with subtitles are especially problematic – they have to be especially good for me to partake, given they require my visual attention.
And lest all this sounds cynical let me declare that I have benefited from such courses myself and now regularly contribute to their programs. We have to gloss over those large parts of the Samuel narrative where Yahweh is effectively absent and silent.
What we have here is a very different kind of story telling – one that invites us to a different way of reading scripture.
There is a discernible lack of theological confidence in this engagement and little conviction that the Christian practice and theology might actually inform this process – both secular and religious – or even transform it. But this does presuppose a confident theological framework within which to test, critique and respond to what we are hearing.  That is not always apparent in the present context. In some ways, real-world interactions that gain depth have no substitute, even when an interaction will be taken asynchronous again.
I have definitely had my moments of weakness where I wished that I didn’t seem to operate this way, having a kind of auto-pilot rainbow guardian watching over the optimization of my wants and ensuring adherence.
And in other ways, real-world interactions that destroy depth have no substitute, especially when an interaction has clearly been dying for some time. Primary school is meant to be fun, but for me, school was associated with insults, teasing, crying, and my parents' obvious inability to understand - how could they, neither of them have Moebius. When I was seven years old, I had my third operation, the first attempt of doctors to correct my non-responsive mouth. It was the first time I could use the left side of my mouth and my smile has so far been the greatest gift I have ever received.I had several operations later on to try and sculpt my lip.
My depression was hard to deal with but now that I have finished school and am starting university I think I have finally beaten it - my dosage has been largely reduced and I see my doctor less and less. The last operation I had was just over two years ago. Even though my eye still gets heavy and droops sometimes, anything beats having dust in it. More surgery is a possibility, and my family encourage me to make my own decisions, but for the moment, I am happy and confident. I have friends and family who love and support me, and a smile which, although crooked and bulky, I use every day. Having Moebius has been both a challenge and a blessing.
I feel that through my condition I've been able to understand so much more and to appreciate the simple things.
I am proud to live with confidence and be comfortable with myself, cos hey, symmetry is really overrated, and who says a smile has to look 'perfect' or 'normal'.
My parents were young and I was their first child, and I can only imagine how hard it would be to go through a fairly uneventful pregnancy only to give birth to a child with undetected, unsuspected and undiagnosed problems.
I have a crooked smile, a deformed tongue and overlapping toes; problems drinking, eating and cleaning my teeth. I have been told that in the future, my face may droop because muscles don’t work properly or well enough to hold up my features.


I have worn glasses since I was about one year old, and the surgery helped to straighten my vision.
I could “smile”. Since that operation, I have had several more revisional surgeries on my mouth and left eye. My left eye is more affected by Moebius than my right, and could only close about three-quarters of the way. As a result it would get tired and I’d have eye infections and conjunctivitis quite frequently. I recently needed to have the weight removed as it was causing me a few problems, and am currently resting my eyes and waiting to recover completely.  Until I was thirteen, I had no real idea of why I had paralysis and why I couldn’t do certain things. Yet even though the information was repetitive, I found myself with more knowledge of Moebius than I’d ever had before. With my dad’s help, I submitted stories to various support websites and had several published, and I got a few responses from people telling me how useful they found my experiences. These responses amazed me, as I was a bit doubtful of how much I could help others. However, the most significant thing occurred in Year 8, when I was asked to present two speeches on my experiences – one to the entire school, and one to the Year 12 class who would graduate before I spoke to the rest of the students. Several of my fellow students sent me emails and letters telling me how much they appreciated my speeches and how much they’d learnt about tolerance and physical difference. They have such an ability to inspire audiences to think and to change, and I truly hope that my small speech was able to do that. Each person has their own set of challenges.
When someone asked me what was “wrong” with me or why I had Moebius, all I knew to say was that I was “born with it” – I never thought to say anything about how I live with it.
I let people get to me very easily, and for a long time I gave in to their insults and stares and saw myself as ugly and different. I couldn’t see – and maybe I didn’t want to see – that Moebius Syndrome is a blessing, not a curse. I was brought up in a religious family, and ever since I can remember my parents have told me that God gave me Moebius Syndrome because He knew that I was strong enough to handle it. I put that down to my parents’ influence, and in a way, not resenting God has helped me to grow in faith. Moebius Syndrome is a blessing to me because I can see that it has given more than it has taken away. I’m not denying that there have been difficult times, but they are outweighed by the great beauty and gifts that Moebius can bring. I wanted to stop seeing myself as a victim or a sufferer, and I wanted to show others and show myself that I am not defined by my face.
These days, much more is known about facial palsy and about Moebius Syndrome, but misdiagnosis still occurs. He raised the possibility that I may, in fact, not have Moebius after all.This doubt made me realise that there is a lot that is still unknown about Moebius Syndrome.
Right now, there are people living in disadvantaged countries or communities who do not have medical access or support. There are people who, right at this moment, are suffering because of the world’s ignorance and intolerance. I am proud to have facial palsy. I am proud to have Moebius Syndrome and to be part of such a vibrant and lovely community, because I believe that my having Moebius was meant to be, that without it I would not be myself.  I believe that in some way, however small or insignificant, I can create awareness and knowledge of something that does not deserve to be overlooked or ignored any longer. I feel that through my condition I've been able to understand so much more and to appreciate the simple things.



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Mindfulness meditation retreats 2015