This year 2017, I completed my EMDR certification training in February, this took about eighteen months. This summer in June I have been invited to attend the American Indian Psychologist Association annual gathering. I have been researching the area where this has been held for the last thirty years and talking to other therapists who have attended in the past. I am waffling with trepidation as I will travel to a remote area in the mountains of Utah, 7000 feet elevation, and stay in tents and participate in mountain horseback riding and camp for a couple of days as part of the experience, before heading on back down to the University of Utah for the three day conference. Looking back I camped on the beach in Santa Barbara when I went to the University of Santa Barbara for three weeks to receive my Montessori practicum which was required for my certification.
At that time I was a young mother and on a mission to teach my children all I could learn so they would enter school with a firm foundation. This new invitation will take me to Utah and is bringing up memories of my adventures of traveling to Santa Barbara the summer of 1976. I drove with my young children from Anacortes, Washington to Central California where my parents lived at the time. They had bought property and were living in a small town called Orosi. The property had five acres of orange trees, Valencia oranges. My father was working to establish his home building and construction business. My children stayed there on the "farm" as we all called it, with their grandparents, while I traveled on to Santa Barbara University to complete my three week practicum.
As part of our travels we left Anacortes and headed to the tip of Washington to visit the Makah Indian reservation and attend the Baha'i Faith Spiritual Gathering held annually there. We then drove along the coast and headed to my folks place. Here is a web site for the Baha'i friends in Neah Bay. http://www.makahbahai.com/ I have since traveled to Neah Bay with my daughter and with my husband.
When I returned from California in the late summer of 1976, I was hired
to teach in the Swinomish Indian Tribal Community Head
Start program. From that experience a long road of stories are still occurring today. I am
just beginning to understand their purpose as I unwind and share the
experiences from that point in my life to this. I continued my education through the masters program at Pacific Oaks College. I will stop there for now.
The painting is one I love very much and used as the logo for my school, Children's House Child Development Center. After working for the Head Start program, I created the school and owned and operated the program for more than fifteen years.