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.
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”???
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.
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.