Dawn Wink: Dewdrops

Writing, Teaching, Language, Landscape, Life


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Wild Waters, Langscape, and Stories About the Collective Human Experience

Birthday beauty.

Thank you, thank you, and thank you to all who reached out to connect on what’s been happening in my life. Each beautiful email, post, text, card lands in my heart in deep, profound ways. If I have not yet responded, please know how much you and your connecting means to me. I will respond. I am so grateful for our shared life paths. Writing that piece after months of holding, and your loving response, created slivers of peace absent before.

Wildly, just as I re-emerge into the world, our world is now self-isolating and retreating into itself. I hope this finds you and yours safe. In our family, kids are home, we are self-isolating, and working remotely.

I was delighted to receive an email from the editors of Terralingua‘s Langscape Magazine that they are now publishing pieces online with goal is to make their “digital repository of important stories about biocultural diversity freely available at this critical time in our collective human experience.” My article, “Wild Waters: Landscapes of Language” is now a part of those available collective human experiences.

Truth be told, I just love this piece. One of my favorites ever. Please find “Wild Waters”, and many more, here.

I am running again, which is a spirit saver. It is also when I compose many Dewdrops pieces. I am working on different pieces around cancer, COVID, teaching virtually, and Harry Potter. Will keep running and hopefully get those to you sooner, rather than later!

Much love,

Dawn


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Wild Waters, Langscape, and Stories About the Collective Human Experience

                                                         Birthday beauty.

Thank you, thank you, and thank you to all who reached out to connect on what’s been happening in my life. Each beautiful email, post, text, card lands in my heart in deep, profound ways. If I have not yet responded, please know how much you and your connecting means to me. I will respond. I am so grateful for our shared life paths. Writing that piece after months of holding, and your loving response, created slivers of peace absent before.

Wildly, just as I re-emerge into the world, our world is now self-isolating and retreating into itself. I hope this finds you and yours safe. In our family, kids are home, we are self-isolating, and working remotely.

I was delighted to receive an email from the editors of Terralingua‘s Langscape Magazine that they are now publishing pieces online with goal is to make their “digital repository of important stories about biocultural diversity freely available at this critical time in our collective human experience.” My article, “Wild Waters: Landscapes of Language” is now a part of those available collective human experiences.

Truth be told, I just love this piece. One of my favorites ever. Please find “Wild Waters”, and many more, here.

I am running again, which is a spirit saver. It is also when I compose many Dewdrops pieces. I am working on different pieces around cancer, COVID, teaching virtually, and Harry Potter. Will keep running and hopefully get those to you sooner, rather than later!

Much love,

Dawn

Making videos for faculty and students.


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Wild Waters, Langscape, and Stories About the Collective Human Experience

Birthday beauty.

Thank you, thank you, and thank you to all who reached out to connect on what’s been happening in my life. Each beautiful email, post, text, card lands in my heart in deep, profound ways. If I have not yet responded, please know how much you and your connecting means to me. I will respond. I am so grateful for our shared life paths. Writing that piece after months of holding, and your loving response, created slivers of peace absent before.

Wildly, just as I re-emerge into the world, our world is now self-isolating and retreating into itself. I hope this finds you and yours safe. In our family, kids are home, we are self-isolating, and working remotely.

I was delighted to receive an email from the editors of Terralingua‘s Langscape Magazine that they are now publishing pieces online with goal is to make their “digital repository of important stories about biocultural diversity freely available at this critical time in our collective human experience.” My article, “Wild Waters: Landscapes of Language” is now a part of those available collective human experiences.

Truth be told, I just love this piece. One of my favorites ever. Please find “Wild Waters”, and many more, here.

I am running again, which is a spirit saver. It is also when I compose many Dewdrops pieces. I am working on different pieces around cancer, COVID, teaching virtually, and Harry Potter. Will keep running and hopefully get those to you sooner, rather than later!

Much love,

Dawn

                                        Making videos for faculty and students.


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Breast Cancer – A Chapter in the Story

“Breast cancer is no more than a chapter in my life story.

It will never be my life story.”

~Robin Roberts

Saltines and Ginger Ale. Who knew?

When I first heard that breast cancer was a possibility, these were the only things that tasted okay for months. Here’s for small miracles!

Breast cancer has been the chapter of many women’s life story in my family. Many of you know that Moms life story includes this chapter, as did my aunt’s on Dad’s side. My maternal grandmother’s life story ended in that chapter. This chapter is now a more intimate experience in my own life. This past fall I was diagnosed with breast cancer. For personal and professional reasons, I chose to keep the journey private. For all those same reasons, it now feels right to share.

During this time, I tried to focus on beauty where it could be found.

There was beauty and blessings in early detection.

There was beauty in a gorgeous AZ scene on the doors of pre-op room, very helpful to see and imagine.

There was beauty in the love and laughter in the shared prayer with our former pastor and forever friend who called before my surgery and led us in an energy-filled prayer, closing with, “Wow! I pray like a Baptist when I pray for Dawn Wink!”

There was beauty in learning that all the cancer was removed and I would not need chemotherapy or radiation.

There was beauty in the daily early morning coffee and candles during recovery.

When there were unexpected complications and I went back into surgery on December 23, there was beauty my family gathering with me at the hospital.

There was beauty in my surgeon who after complications arose took infinitely exquisite care of me through the initial emergency visit to her office on a Sunday, to the surgery the next day, then the daily, then every other day, then twice a week, then weekly care until the next surgery two months later.

Beauty in the phenomenal support and presence of my family. Every moment. Every Time. Throughout all.

The beauty of bulky sweaters! When things went awry after the first surgery, Mom, Wynn, and I went to a local consignment shop and loaded up on bulky sweaters that got me through these months. I have no idea what women do in the summer. Mumus? God bless bulky sweaters!

A gorgeous lamp store in downtown Santa Fe.

Window of my writing room.

There was beauty that in the month of October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month, before my diagnosis was final and when I walked into a breast cancer center for yet another diagnostic test and was greeted by a wall of pink balloons draping all in the two-story foyer that The Great Pink Balloon Rampage of 2019 remains only in my mind and did not actually occur. It was very, very close.

There was beauty in those whose intention is to comfort during invasive procedures. Unless you’re a person like me who during difficult times wants to be left alone to do what I need to do. So when people intending to be helpful during these procedures do not listen to me asking to please leave me alone and let me focus, there is great beauty that the visceral growl of, “If you get in my face one. more. time, I will throat-punch you,” remained unspoken.

Gratitude for small miracles.

There was beauty in the bouquet of flowers that Mom and Dad sent me after a confluence of events came as a 1-2 punch one week.

Beauty in the prayers received. I felt them deeply. Prayers made a world of difference for me. Thank you with all of my heart. Mil gracias con todo el corazón. 

Patricia De Dios

Beauty in the discovery of a cupboard beneath the stairs – a delight to my Harry Potter-loving heart.

Beauty that my recent surgery went well and my healing journey is on the upswing.

Beauty and courage in the pin given to me by a forever friend. I carry this pin with me, take it out to look at when I need inspiration, and rub my fingers across the edges when in my pocket.

I feel strong and have been working throughout.

I look forward to hitting the running trails again! The dogs look at me expectantly in the mornings, disappointed when I only refill my coffee. We will all be thrilled to get back into our daily rhythm.

I look forward to climbing back into the dissertation saddle to complete that journey.

Breast cancer is no more than a chapter in the whole of the book of my life story. This chapter definitely shapes me in new ways that continue to unfold and emerge. I don’t yet know all of the ways this will influence me. There is definitely a “Before” and “After” the diagnosis. The rest of the life story yet to be lived.

 

 


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Weaving Beauty into 2018

                                      The Plaza, Santa Fe, NM

Festive holiday and New Year wishes to you and yours! 

I wanted to take a moment to wish you and yours a lovely holiday season and New Year! 

We spent ours with my parents here in Santa Fe, including a Christmas Eve walk around the Plaza.

                                  Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi, Santa Fe, NM

                        Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha, by Estella Loretto

                                                                        Christmas Eve 2017

                                                                  Gingerbread La Fonda Hotel

I found this nest with three eggs on the Christmas tree at the La Fonda. I love nests with three eggs…

                                              Eggs in nest on Christmas tree at La Fonda. 

                      Susan’s Christmas Shop

                   Gazebo, the Plaza of Santa Fe

We lucked out with the best table overlooking the Plaza for Christmas Eve treats. Wyatt was home sick. 

Writing in my journal.

I wrote in my journal by the light of the Christmas tree on December 31st, putting blessings of 2017 and dreams for 2018 to paper. Several years ago on a run during a difficult time, the phrase, “Create beauty” came to me. The next day while running, the phrase came to me again. I was very aware that the phrase was not “Find beauty” or “Discover beauty,” but “Create beauty” with an active verb. Since that time, this has informed all aspects of my life, whether it is professional, personal, or family. I try to create beauty in the world. I often fail, as I am wildly imperfect, but this mantra has grounded and inspired me for many years. 

This year as I wrote in my journal, thinking of what I hope to bring into 2018, with “Create beauty in the world,” firmly in my mind, another thought nudged its way onto the page. As I look at all to come in 2018, I thought, “How can I weave beauty into every day?”

I want to play with this idea, how to weave beauty into every day, no matter how busy or long. “Create beauty in the world” has been a sound foundation for me for so many years. I look forward to playing with this other aspect of beauty. 

Wishing you a year of of creating beauty and weaving beauty into your every day life.

                                             Santa Fe sunrise taken on an early morning run.

 

 

 

 


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A Walk on the Prairies

“I think Josie’s tear is because she misses Dawn.”

For a walk on the prairies, join Mom on the ranch. Mom wrote of the photo above, “I think Josie’s tear is because she misses Dawn.” I miss Josie and all she symbolizes.

In the midst of all of the demands and pressures of life, take a moment to walk the prairie with Mom and enjoy the beauty: http://www.joanwink.com/latest/a-morning-walk-on-the-prairies/

Enjoy and with love!

Dawn


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A Feast for the Senses—LISTO Oaxaca 2017

LISTO Oaxaca Class of 2017, Monte Albán, Oaxaca, Mexico

Every once in a great while, forces come together to bring to life what lived first as a dream. Such is the LISTO (Language Institute for Sustainability & Transformative Education) Oaxaca program that just took place for the second year. Through the initial vision and extraordinary spirit of Cara Esquivel, a class of teachers, artists, and explorers of the world came together to live, study, and experience Oaxaca, México. LISTO Coordinator, Randy Grillo, made all possible.

LISTO Oaxaca Class 2017

Dancers on my way to my apartment. © Dawn Wink

Students enrolled in the TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) Endorsement program at Santa Fe Community College took Spanish and TESOL courses at the Ollin Tlahtaolli Centro de Lenguas y Culture Mexicana.

Students LISTO Oaxaca 2017

Centro Ollin Tlahtoalli with founder, Omar Nuñez

When students were not studying themselves, they worked with children at CANICA (Centro de Apoyo de Niños de la Calle de Oaxaca, Support Center for Street Children of Oaxaca).

Niña de CANICA @ Lia Rosen

CANICA kids © Diana Clauvan-Clements

Randy Grillo includes handprint on tree of hands of CANICA.

I include here photos of our time together. I am indebted to our students in the program and Randy for sharing the beauty of our experience. For full details of our time in Oaxaca and more photos: LISTO Oaxaca.

White dresses on blue wall © Dawn Wink

Culiapan—John Przyborowski

Frutas en el mercado ©Sylvia Chavez

Oaxaca landscape © Angelia Moore

Oaxaca beauty © John Przyborowski

Dresses of Oaxaca © Sylvia Chavez

Amazing how life life come together across time and borders. Berenice and I met in Costa Rica several years ago, came together again in Mexico for a class, and again for the past two years in Oaxaca. She and her mom, Juanita, embroidered this piece and gave to me. “Women of the market. I thought you’d like it since it’s all about the power of women, Dawn.”  No words…

Berenice and Dawn

Dancers fro Zaachila © Randy Grillo

Meat corridor in market @ Jennifer Salinas

Monos de Calenda © Joelle Meniktos-Nolting

Maize and lime, how tortillas begin © John Przyborowski

Monte Albán, Jennifer Salinas

Papel Picado © John Przyborowski

Museo Textil © Alia Benammar

© Tekla Johnson

©Angelia Moore

© Barshia Cohee

© Angelia Moore

Macrina Mateo, Mujer del Barro Rojo (Woman of the Red Clay © Dawn Wink

Flowers in market © Dawn Wink

For more thoughts, experiences, and photos of our time in Oaxaca, please treat yourself a feast for the senses: LISTO Oaxaca.

Thank you, Jennifer Salinas, for this photo.