WOODY’S WORDS

Dream a little dream…

I’m still building my dream this week.  I was building it last week and I’ll be building it next week.  It’s like a long, long race and sometimes your legs and feet hurt so bad you don’t think you can make it to the finish line.  My legs feel pretty good this week.  When I’m feeling great, I will often question why.  Why is my energy level so high?  Why am I moving forward toward my dreams in spite of all the obstacles?  Why do I know that I will finish the race?

I know the answer to all these questions because deep inside me is a dreamer, a life-long dreamer.  I keep moving forward because I don’t know how to quit.  There have been times in the past when my dreams seemed so far away and impossible to achieve.  I tried to give them up just to get some peace.  But there is no peace in giving up your dreams.  They haunt you day and night as you watch others living their dreams.  So finally I resign to the fact that I don’t know how to give up on my dreams so I get my head back in the race and keep moving my feet.

I take comfort in the fact that I’m not the only one.  There were many famous dreamers before me and I live in the company of few dreamers today.  The look in their eyes says it all.  I want my dreams like I want my next breath.  Like everything else in life, dreams have an opportunity cost, a price.  The price I’m paying for my dreams is nothing compared to the wealth I’m receiving from them.  The dream is not some far off hope.  It’s my life right here, right now, today.  How I am living, who I am being, now is part of the dream.  So the joy in achieving my dreams is in the being and doing of every day.  As the dreams manifest, I get to celebrate the journey and the gift of victory.

Light and Love,

Janice

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WOODY’S WORDS

Building A Dream

Much can happen in the progression of building a dream.  You might birth an idea only to find that your imagination has far exceeded your resources.  That is what happened with CHANGA in the very beginning.

We had big dreams of building an organization that would immediately provide housing for the deaf and hard of hearing.  We visualized apartment buildings and homes that were safe and deaf-friendly.  We found that it was not so easy.  But the dream lives on.

The biggest obstacles to our dreams are our thoughts.  Usually they are thoughts of fear and defeat.  We run into an obstacle and it seems insurmountable.  If we’re not deeply and emotionally invested and connected to our dreams, we will probably let them die.  It takes a lot of juice to keep a dream alive when everything seems to be going wrong.  The biggest question is always – will it work?  And then – will it work for us?

I was convinced that it could work when the IRS gave us a Tax ID number.  That was the beginning of hope.  We didn’t know how long we would have to keep the dream alive.  We still don’t know that.  It almost doesn’t matter how long.  We work until it’s realized.  We keep working because the people we love want a solution.  They wanted it nine years ago.  They still want it today.

Sometimes you have to tweak the dream many times before it manifests.  I can’t explain why we stuck with it other than to say that we have a burning desire for victory.  Love and a burning desire will keep any dream alive.

Light and Love,

Janice

WOODY’S WORDS

Welcome to WOODY’S WORDS where I am Exploring where I’ve been, my passions, and where I’m going. Come along for the ride.

Hopefully I will be giving you an idea of how I show up in the world and how we might work together to make a world that works for all people.

In this blog, I’ll be using MY WORDS to express how I feel about deaf-friendly housing, the life lessons I’ve learned, building a dream, and my observations on the go. I go a lot. 😉

Words have fascinating power over me. I see them, hear them, feel them in the core of my being. I own a large library and it includes everything from “Trading for Dummies” to “The Autobiography of a Yogi”. I’ve been having a love affair with words since I was four years old. That’s when my mom, the schoolteacher, taught me how to read. I quickly took on another lover when I also started playing the piano at age four. I immediately began combining my two loves and started singing. These words, this music, the singing have saved my life. They brought magnificent joy to my happy days and peace to my darkest moments.

One of those moments was sitting in the hospital holding my young son after being told that yes he would live (the meningitus coma released its grip) but he would not be able to hear me tell him that I loved him. He was now deaf. Words could not describe the pain and agony my husband and I felt in those moments. Our precious baby was now living in a world that we struggled to comprehend.

Fighter that he is, my son Changa didn’t know that he was “disabled”. I taught him that he could be, do and have anything he wanted in life because he has a right to be here and he deserves the best life has to offer. I think he believes it.

Now he’s a young man making his own way in the world. Part of that journey involved leaving home and in our search for a safe place to live, we discovered that no one was focused on safe, affordable, deaf-friendly housing. So in 2003, we formed CHANGA, Collective Housing and New Growth Alternatives with a mission to educate landlords, developers, and government agencies to eventually provide housing.

In the coming months, I will share my ideas about deaf-friendly housing and hopefully you will share some of your ideas with me. As we work to build this dream, I see you sharing your insights and passions with us.

I’d like to thank you for visiting our website and this blog as we explain deaf-friendly housing, it’s importance and how we can all get involved in creating safe, affordable housing.

Light and Love,

Janice