no distance in the sand
I love the textures that petals and sand make. It’s spring so enjoy the sun everyone.
I’m jumping in for an Art Date with
Thursday Art Day with Rain the prompt is Signs of Spring.
I had to put the cherry blossoms up for without them there is not spring. Smiles for your spring…
Woman with mustard pot
“Can you tell me?”
“What would you like to know?”
With Dementia we often will be asked the same questions every shift or 10 times every shift.
I find the more confused a client is the more they can loop around a similarity.
“When is my friend Felicia coming?”
“We called. She’s on her way?”
“You know I’d really appreciate if you would call Felicia to find out when she’s coming.”
“We just called her.”
“I would remember if we just called Felicia. Call her”
“Let’s wait a minute I think she’s on her way…”
For family members these loops can seem frustrating.
I try to redirect my client’s focus sometimes it works while other times it just makes a client more frustrated.
So for the explanations keep them simple. Sometimes those questions are asked as our family is trying to get a grip on the last edge of reality.
How do you deal with frustration during Co-Vid Days????
Image attribution: Pablo Picasso “The Woman with Mustard Pot” 1910
I sit behind closed doors. Drawing pictures of ballet dancers in pink . Crumpled piles of discards about my feet. I’m reminded of cherry blossoms in spring. They dance through the cobwebs in my head and I am outside in spring’s kaleidoscope with no Co-Vid.
Infused with sunshine
cherry blossoms kiss still waters
sparks of spring
We miss the cherry blossoms they are always so cheerful and so this week I may take a few moments and draw more ballerinas.
Hope all of you are doing well. Not sure how it is for the rest of you but I am actually happy to be home writing and creating. Most of the places where I work in hospice did a close down (which was wise) – anything to prevent a spread. Be well and write!!!
Poets And Story Tellers United
My first sweep of your jawline
a shade around your nose
caught on your eyes
what is happening
I sketched until dawn
this face remembering
then why were my lips
shaking and trembling
I peered deeper still
you looked back at me
what had I done
set my love free?
To settle on a face
the one in my dreams
Oh what a fool
to believe in such schemes
I continued to draw
each night until dawn
I’d lost all control
what had gone wrong?
Hearing a sound
before the sun rose
a knock on the door
could it be?
I don’t know
There someone stood
something circling his face
the man in my drawing
no turning back
I’ll have a mental break
When I originally wrote this I was starting to draw portraits. They are difficult. I added a little more Jekyl Hyde rather than a romantic tone.
Art: Pablo Picasso
so easy when we’re small
no words need be expressed
I’m wading in the mud
and now I am depressed
I lost my very thought
went through my fingertips
a momentary drop
there’s so much I have missed
Searching when we are young seems part of the mystery of learning.
The discovery is part of the looking.
As we age it seems we search more and the lengthy discovery crescendos in frustration
So how do we as caregivers dial frustration down?
Don’t find the word that was lost look for it with your family member.
If it’s an object secretly bring it closely to them so they can “find it”
“Oh there they are” reflects a lighter tone than “I have lost my mind with my glasses.”
My response: “I”m so glad you found them. It would have taken me the rest of the day.” I smile understanding the art of losing things.
This photo of this beautiful work by artist Winslow Homer reminds me why we do it. We do it together ….
Photo: Winslow Homer “Boys Wading” 1873 Smithsonian
What do you do when you lose something???
Sometimes I just need to take a break and PLAY!!!!
How About You????
You look so shy
you are one of a kind
you wear black and white
my kids wear strips
you run and play
and so do they
kids give us smiles
no matter the size
Children are planning to return to school and some are finishing up their lessons for a break. Parents are all too proud of these lives that make ours so full of joy!!!
I drew a zebra for a friend the other day (not this one by my talented parent). Those zebra stripes take all sorts of zigs and zags but they still join up some where in the middle – amazing how that works.
You may watch what we do
I know your intent too well
who watches the innocent
wants a child to fall?
Too long the history
foul your jaded past
you ogle a prize
an ogre at best
I’ll continue my path
butterflies and ribbons
we play and we love
our celebration is living
I am sickened that there are people in our world who use others for their gain. Children are the most vulnerable and deserve to be protected against such evil.
Thank you to those who reach out to a hurting world and care…
Dragon’s Eye © moondustdesigns 2013
You wrote a letter with a fresh quill
each letter flowed with fresh inspiration
pen could not contain love that spilled
oh, I know your clever imagination
but… then amidst the curly ques
I felt tossed upon the stormy sea
on my cheek a tear drop grew
the letter was not addressed to me
My pen drips fresh ink
formulas for miles
words in proper sync
imagine children’s smiles
I dip the point
drawings lighten the load
baa” pigs “ oink”
new merges with old
words pour upon pad
ideas in a storm
can’t hold what I have
I run out of proper form
my pen drips ink
too fast to catch
ideas in my head
drawings pour like waterfalls.
(and I have a haibun of sorts.)