Shall We Dance. Into Summer and Eighth Grade we will go.

The School Year is about to come to an end for many. And for my own daughter, I am happy to know she had a fine year. She would say that overall it was a great 6th grade year. And oh how she grew and changed and learned things about herself.

Funny thing, is I don’t remember 6th grade much. I’m sure I was a good student. I have always been at the very least a successful student with grades. And I believe I had at least one friend…(says the me that loves building community.)

She made herself a “wordle” to express how she sees herself and I think it is AWESOME!:

Check it out! Shall We Dance

Weing, a participle for participation

Physicists are at work discovering new particles. (For example, boson, proton, electron and so forth.)

We’uns (We that we are) may have discovered a new language participle, Weing, arising from a new verb To We, a word possibly related to it’s homonym “To Whee!”  (See commercial)

A participle is a form of a verb which is used in a sentence to modify a noun or noun phrase, and thus plays a role similar to that of an adjective or adverb
Me’um (Me that I am) researched to see if this was already a known word – without success.
So it seems that Weing is a new construction in language.
Weing a participle word modifying the verb “to We” similar in language construction to “Being” a participle, modifying the verb, “To Be”
Application: Upon distinguishing that:
  • Me’um (Me that I am), or
  • We’um (We that we are)
Have fallen into over-employing the “I” of I-dentity in our speech, we’um can return our speaking to Weing-based language.
This may offer enhanced access for we’ums (We that we are) to the Fifth Field of communication.



Thanksgiving Memories: complementary pages to download for your feast

In time for Thanksgiving!

When we stop and think we might notice that Thanksgiving has changed over our lifetimes and the lifetimes of our parents.

Familiar faces that no longer grace our tables, fond family stories of Thanksgivings past, favorite recipes we once shared each year.

As we all gather to celebrate Thanksgiving this year, how about we take the time to stop and remember and preserve memories of Thanksgivings of past years?

Here are complimentary Thanksgiving memory page templates from ready for your download. Pages you can use either stand alone or as part of your Living Legacy LifeBook.

To take advantage of these pages, go to the Downloads page and be guided through a simple process: enter your name and e-mail to be provided complementary access to all the downloads we currently have available.

We would love for you to have them and add them to your collection and capture these irreplaceable stories.

May we all enjoy a truly memorable Thanksgiving.


You are all my heroes

I have become so very present that:

You are all my heroes.

Despite our stickies, strong suits, Winning formulas,

Sentences and seemings,

Despite all the yuck
We cling to as our

We step out.

Step forward, throw hats over walls,
Choose growth and development over death and despair,
Participate in communities of transformation,
To generate

Look around!
See selves,
Perceive selves in mirrors.
Observe selves though eyes.
Peer deliriously through fun-house
Dizzy windows,

Naked in the light
Of humanity.
ah, aH,

You are all my heroes.
And I am grateful.

2 BE.

What would it be like if we spent our time looking for, playing with, celebrating the hero in one another?

How to Avoid Feeling Vulnerable During Change

Transition to retirement lifestyleMaking the transition into the third phase of life can make Baby Boomers feel vulnerable. When you retire from your full time work world to begin the next chapter of your life, you will go through a period between ending your familiar lifestyle to beginning a new one. The change that takes place in your life is a neutral, external experience. How you navigate the transition between the ending and the beginning can feel very unsettling on the inside. You may experience fear of your unknown future. Remember the acronym for fear is false evidence appearing real.

Cling to your past

You may feel inclined to cling the familiar way things were. However, what’s done is done and what you cling to are your memories of how things were. You may try to replicate a similar lifestyle in your retirement. Your efforts can be successful if you tap into your core strengths and values to apply them in new ways.

Fantasize about your future

You may fantasize about your future retirement lifestyle, imagining numerous dreams and possibilities. This, too, is a mental exercise, like clinging to memories of your past. You will create a fulfilling life when you actually take action to manifest your dreams and possibilities. Again, finding new ways to use your core strengths and values will help you to choose your next steps.

Be present

When you experience feelings of being unsettled or vulnerable during your retirement transition, take time out to allow yourself to be present in the moment. This will help you become centered and grounded so that you can move ahead with clarity and confidence. When you cling to memories of your past or fantasize about your future, you are living in your mind, not in your current reality.

How to experience your current reality:

Sit in a comfortable, upright position with your hands resting easily in your lap. Use your senses to bring your awareness to your present moment. Simply acknowledge what you notice without judging them or letting your mind wander to what they remind you of.

  • Notice all of the sounds you hear in your environment.
  • Notice all of the physical sensations your body feels, both inside and out.
  • Notice all of the things that you see within your current view.
  • Lastly, notice how your mind feels in this focused awareness on your present moment.

The present moment is all you really have at any given time. Everything else is based upon your thoughts and memories. I encourage you to use this exercise to help you navigate the transition from your work world into your retirement lifestyle with ease.

What makes you feel vulnerable about transitioning into your retirement lifestyle?

Janice Williams, Retirement Coach,


A Letter From the Past

When I was cleaning the house just before Easter this year, I found two yellowed sheets of paper folded together.  They must have fallen out of an old photo album; I don’t really know.  They were carbon copies of a letter written in 1931 by my great-grandfather Jacob Hans Jacobson on the occasion of his 50th wedding anniversary with Ann Matilda.  I transcribed the letter just as he wrote it, complete with errors in spelling and grammar, which were not that many, considering that he did not speak English in his childhood and had little schooling.  What a blessing it is to have ancestors who took the time to write their stories!  I am posting parts of the letter here.

I (Jacob Hans Jacobson) was born in Nansted, Norway Oct. 22, 1857.  Came with my parents by sailship to America in 1862, being 9 weeks on the ocean, landing at Quebec,Canada.  Came by train to La Crosse, Wisconsin, then by boat to Winona, Minnesota.  There was no railroad in Minnesota yet.

We settled in Filmore County, where the people fled to a central location, and prepared to fight the Indians, who were massacreing the settlers further west and the reports were that they were coming our way very fast.

In 1875 we moved west, with two covered wagons and five pair of oxen, 250 miles to MurrayCounty.  I walked all the way and drove 11 head of cattle.  There were no bridges, so we had to ford all the rivers and muddy creeks, being stuck many times, doubling up the oxen on one wagon to get out.  The mosquitoes were very bad.

We settled near what years later became Slayton Minn.  We had 30 miles to the nearest town, no roads, just trails driving oxen taking 3 days for the trip.  Our camp was to lay bedding on the prairie and find our lunchbox for our meals.  We would drive for hours and not see a house.  The grasshoppers took our crops for 4 years in succession and the next 2 years was rust and blight, so we lost 6 crops straight, and over half the settlers left the country, but my folks stayed.  I trapped muskrats and mink in the sloughs where they had built their houses and made their holes.  There were a lot of half civilized Indians trapping but they never touched my traps.

I was the oldest of 5 having 2 brothers and 2 sisters.  I went150 miles with 6 others in a wagon with just a box on and a pair of horses, camping on the prairie along the way, to get east of where the grasshoppers were, to get work in the harvest and threshing to earn some for winter living.  I found a place where I could work for my board and room and go to school.  I was 17 years old now, and had very little schooling as there were no schools for many years where we lived and I felt that I wanted some education and ended up with one term at St. Olaf College at Northfield, Minn.

When I came home in April the railroad was blocked with snow, so I had to walk 50 miles through snow.  It took me 5 days.  I got snow blind and very tired as I had just gotten up from a sick bed and I was very weak.

< Then he met Ann Matilda, married, and had children>

In 1914 we went to Scobey Montana in the homestead rush again, where we have been farming ever since during the summer months, spending the winters in Grand Forks and other places until we moved to Long Beach Cal. in 1930.

We have settled in new homestead country 3 times and years later the railroad came through our land in all three places, so we have had lots of pioneer life.  Lots of the time it was far to market, poor roads and slow transportation, so there was lots of hardships, which most all settlers in new countries have to contend with, but now we have it comfortable and injoying the fine climate in southern California.

Writer’s Block

This is not a recent poem, but one that I have been re-working, experimenting with lack of punctuation.

Out of Touch

A leaf on the wind
detached from life
out of touch
from the living stream

My lips move
without meaning
all my pages empty

I am
a pencil holder
without words

Longing to touch
longing to connect
to become one
with the stream once more

to come alive with passion for life
with fire in my heart
for a cause
for an idea
for people
for words
the Word
Sharon Sullivan