Welcome to White Cane Connections.

My name is Sue Boman. Yes, that’s me in the picture posted here. I have called this blog White Cane Connections because I am one of the many people who use a white cane. I began this blog because I wanted to write about a project I undertook in 2012. The plan was to complete a series of walks using my white cane. Between March and September, I walked in 82 different locations across Canada. So, the blog begins by telling of my experiences and the many people I met along the way.

While this particular journey has now been completed, I find that I still have much to write about. I am continuing to make new white cane connections, and so for the time being I will continue to add regular posts to this blog. I am hoping that you will be a partner in the journey.

Sue


Sunday, 22 May 2016

May 22 - Dreaming

As I waited for my flight to be called, I moved closer to the windows overlooking the taxiway. Men and women in brightly colored jumpsuits moved about on the tarmac and as I looked up, a large Air Canada jet droned in for a landing. Restlessly I turned to scan the crowd for my daughter. This was our flight and if she didn’t get a move on we would be late. Then I truly opened my eyes and rolled over. Of course I had been dreaming. Now I say of course, because there are so many things out of sync with my dream that have totally no basis in the reality of my world of vision loss. I could no more identify the lettering or ensignia on the side of an aircraft than I could fly over the moon. Although I might be able to catch the movement of figures on the tarmac, I would be unable to identify them as either men or women or have the remotest notion of what they might be wearing or doing. Then, for me the saddest part – I would be unable to see the face of my daughter if she was coming towards me. Fortunately, my family all know this about me and always call out to me when they approach me out of a crowd of people. I am always grateful when I dream with full sight. It is surprising to me just how much my mind recalls from the past. During my waking hours I have become accustomed to partial sight and for the most part I don’t think of it as being anything unusual. Seeing details and vivid colour is a wonderful dreamtime experience. Sometimes in my dreams I even move about without needing to use my white cane. I  do like dreaming!

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