I am a broken, colorful
when I was alive, thriving
extracted from a beautiful
for who I am today
a relic, don’t pull me
for what I was
what I am and what I might
I pulled this drawing and poem from 2011 archives.
They speak of the heart and I think the heart of the elderly is so fragile yet so fragrant like the lilac.
No one wants to yield to old age and all the symptoms but we have little choice.
As the days grow to a sepia, let’s remember to relive yesterday with our dear parents and family members. Let’s love them for who they are today.
One of my clients a very talented musician and educator told me recently that she had been invited to tea with a world leader. And yet in all her recollections her moments now are the sweetest and she has contentment.
Art: “Fragrant Lilac” 2012 L. Moon Designs
I have found that working with the elderly is like digging for treasure – I am never disappointed with what I find.
There are times (especially with dementia) that we must uncover their needs or what makes them happy.
Every person has things that have meaning. It could be an activity like going to the market and remembering days gone by. With one client who was almost bed bound, I realized there were certain activities that gave her energy to get out of bed.
I first noticed change when a neighbor stopped in for a short “hello.” My client was upbeat the rest of the day.
The neighbor had brought flowers so we spent time thinking of something nice to do. We baked cookies and my client wrote a card.
The next week we made valentines for her son and her husband. Wow I noticed color in her face.
What I uncovered was she liked doing things for people.
It’s also fun to uncover things about a person that maybe no one knows.
Here are some ideas to mix up their day and keep it interesting:
Writing his/her memoir
Writing cards to friends
Folding laundry ( I have lovely conversations with my clients when doing chores)
How have you been keeping things interesting during the Co-Vid “Stay in Place”???
Great people to meet in the A to Z challenge:
Keith is a good writer with clever themes. Expect excellence: https://keithsramblings.net/
Lee is a lady whose poetry engages the reader: https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/
Arti is a wonderful crafter of words:
it just takes one line
followed by another
color then some more added
and a smile or two
give me a long neck
or a furry mane
four long legs or short
will have to do
teach me to draw
show me to paint
clay in my fingers
don’t want to wait
look at the sky
God’s daily design
something fluffy and blue
that catches our eye
When you think of art you might say “I can’t draw?” Why?
It’s more a block in between your mind and your hands then you realize.
Children create more easily because they haven’t acquired the “hang up” of success. They just “do.” You are never too old to learn how to draw, paint, sculpt and there is no grade at the end either. So try a creation done by you. You may find that you enjoyed it and want to try another.
All the years I “did” art I was afraid to try portraits. While my artist mother can still teach me I am trying to learn a little about portraiture and practice!
I hope you’ll try something you’ve never tried before.
I tried to draw a rose today
but noise and life got in the way
my pencil finally took control
what it drew I hardly know
“it’s good I guess” I tell the pad
I sniff the scent of rubber band
I tried to draw a rose today
crumpled paper, thrown away
inhale, no bottle can hold
Flowers can cheer a frown into a smile. Poets United knows this well and so the prompt this week is Flowers!!!
art for the eyes
The WordPress Daily Post Photography Challenge this week is Depth
Photography to enjoy:
Empire of Lights
This That and the Other Thing (Janet)
Jim Holroyd 365
the childless woman,
how tender she is
to the dolls!
© Ransetsu (Tr. Blyth)
It’s a gorgeous haiku full of compassion for this woman without children. He sees her taking care for the dolls as were they real children. How much pain and sadness this woman will have had as she couldn’t have children or maybe she had children, but they died … it’s not clear.
Use your imagination to see this scene in front of your eyes and try to write/compose an all new haiku following the classical rules:
+ 5-7-5 syllables
+ a seasonword (kigo)
+ a cuttingword (kireji, in western mostly interpunction)
+ a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in water
+ interchangable first and third line
+ a deeper meaning
name chosen years ago
afraid she will break
Afraid she will break
name chosen years ago
Kigo I would choose is “porcelain” as it is represents a white frailty like the coming snowflakes
The Kireji would be “break”
Inner meaning is something the reader finds but for me this represents the woman and the child. The woman has tried for years, having miscarriage after miscarriage. The child awaited for (or perhaps in the womb) is fragile, tentative…
This is in response to the prompt at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem.
Reach through the window
Put on my finest dress
The prompt at Carpe Diem is “I dreamed I was a butterfly”
cho kiete tamashii ware ni kaeri keri
the butterfly having disappeared,
came back to me
fresh early morning scent
red happy faces
dessert for breakfast
white cream on top
Strawberry is the Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem prompt for this weekend. What strawberry memories haunt you?
I grew up with berries in our back yard. We had huge fields of strawberry fields behind our house when I was raising my children – so many memories of fresh strawberries.