"a grassroots educational and social service organization helping people positively affect their natural and social environments through procreative participation. Our programs serve the general population with a primary concern for people who are frequently left out - those who are marginalized for ethnic, cultural, or economic considerations, or who have developmental, physical, or social disabilities.
On-site programs include workshops, exhibitions, and socials designed to increase tools and opportunities for personal and cultural expression; they are inclusive, encouraging greater world community and ecological consciousness.
People come to:
- take a break, gain a skill, experience others, strut their stuff, earn PD credits
- learn with as well as from excellent facilitators
- listen and speak without offensive or defensive posturing
- laugh freely
- reconnect with the basics, breathe fresh air, listen to the river, talk to the stars"
After I posted this, my husband called me to explain the enormously weird coincidence. And then he posted this comment in response to my post:
Just for the record, let me codify the multi-levels of weirdness going on in here:
1. You just happened to get a message from Open Ground, which you just happened to post to your blog, and it just happens to be the farm my Dad bought twenty-five years ago.
2. I just happened to click on the link after I'd read your blog.
3. When I opened the link, I saw pictures and immediately said, "That's my Dad's farm"--even though there was not really anything there to suggest such an idea.
4. When I couldn't find any information to confirm that it was my Dad's farm, I clicked on the "Our Facilitators" link and scrolled down and recognized Don Boklage's name. (Why would I remember the name of the guy who bought my Dad's farm twenty-five years ago? You know me . . . I can't even remember the names of some of the students I taught last year!)
Cue the music. Feels like stepping into the Twilight Zone.
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