Josephine aka “Ms. Josie”

We were here before.

“No good deed goes unpunished.” (Oscar Wilde). This never made much sense to me, until these last few years.

As kids we begged our parents and wished for things that would magically give us "special powers"--super powers even, to be great!

They say that when one of your senses is limited or absent, the others rise or are strengthened to compensate and balance.

I love stories where, nurses and doctors tell you that they became a nurse or doctor, to heal others. Typically, someone in their past was saved by a medical caregiver, and they were in awe and thankful. Or, they experienced a loss of someone through an illness. They vowed to help in that area, as an ongoing tribute.

Where and in what ways can I apply reflective practice to my life?

It all began when I was around three years old. That was the time I was just learning to read and write. I loved it when my mother would read to me. I would always ask her to read to me—all the time. It soon became annoying, I am sure, as my mother worked full-time, and still cooked, cleaned, and maintained the house. She came up with a genius plan, to buy time by having me write or circle the words I did not know so that she could read and explain them to me later. That became our little dance until I stopped dancing. I became an independent reader, soon after. That process guided me into early reading and writing.