innocent conversation macabre aftertaste drinks later?
Again WordPress changes to a new form when the original form was the most user friendly. Now we rely on less that says it gives us more. Ha. I’d rather learn code than learn which button I have to press to get to another button to then hit a cursor to then type my name. And code was more dfificult (that was autocorrect)?????? Nope just a learning curve.
WordPress I have been loyal to you for 10 years because let’s face it you have the best offering however you aren’t the only game in town.
larks join in sky’s symphony
rain plays tympani
pounding on the pane
spring colours run grey
listen… the chorus
he sips from a lily
break in the storm
Questions makes no sense
Sitting under a fog bank
sorrow on my brow
Vindicate me, O God, and plead my case
against an ungodly nation;
2For You are the God of my refuge.
Why have You rejected me?
Why must I walk in sorrow
3Send out Your light and Your truth;
let them lead me.
Let them bring me to Your holy mountain,
4Then I will go to the altar of God,
to God, my greatest joy.
I will praise You with the harp,
O God, my God.
5Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why the unease within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him,
my Savior and my God.
There are days when sorrow is a heavy coat that holds you down like wet sand. Little can you move, sitting for the final toll.
Downcast yes but those burdens can be tossed to the one willing to bear all burdens.
There are few answers …
The pain stings…
Throw off the great weight or the tug of the tide might be too great. It’s pull merciless toward an embroiled sea of despair.
no one could hear her screams for help
she was underwater
he had warned her
she would not capitulate
death was claiming her breath
the doorbell rang
“not a good time” he yelled
pounding on the door
this will have to wait
limp as seaweed she rose from the pool
other woman huffed at the entry
donning scratched sunglasses
time to grab her purse, towel and keys
she went out …
“Come to the water
stand by my side
I know you are thirsty
you wont be denied”
Words that we sang
we could drink deep
take refreshing sips
the well is always full
There are days I doubt
distracted by drought
when I have been starving
you have always provided
what I needed
even in my disbelief
you shared your pool of mercy
where I could bathe in hope
Do you ever face days where you can’t see past the trial or the trouble? Do the words “He will provide” seem trite? I cannot count for you how many times He has provided food for my family when the cupboards (and bank account) were bare. I am reminded of the prayer of my child for shoes and the next day I was given money that bought four pairs of shoes for my little ones. And the prayers of a preteen whose best friend has just lost her mom when we find out I also have cancer.
Sometimes life seems like Russian Roulette and The doctor says “you might live and you might die.”
In a van going to another country to get alternate treatment the woman next to me tells me her bleak story. “There are very few healthy cells left in my body. Maybe a month left now and so I made this trip as a last hope even if it can buy more time with my kids. They have no one except me. No one…” Her 18 year old son sits next to her. He is her designated caregiver because there is no one else.
Cancer takes on a new meaning for me as God pulls me out of my own dark reverie to pray without ceasing for this young mom.
I am assured not beaten down
I am certain that God has a plan not destruction
I am lifted up on eagles wings not on a paper airplane…
Weeks of treatment go by. The woman has had many up and downs. I sit with her one day during treatment and she starts going downhill. She hands me her PET scan. “The cancer is diminished. I may have more than a year now.” As she leaves the hospital she hands me her PET scan done that day. There are little bitty pieces of cancer. I am going home with more than a figthing chance and I know many prayers…”
If this God cares about shoes and a woman’s cells then does He also not care for your circumstances? What about the World’s?”
CoVid-19 is indeed scary so is having no money.
He knows your every need He hears your every prayer!!!
“You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.”
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…
A ha so this is the last day of the April A to Z challenge.
How was it for you?
I looked back briefly on a few of my precious A to Z challenges:
One challenge I had planned on illustrating a month of my dragon stories. I broke my wrist one month before the challenge so my dominant hand was useless. I started drawing with my non-dominant hand . During April I slipped on ice (again) so all of my arms and legs were out of commission. So with Co-vid “Stay at Home” I could at least walk around and water my plants.
The picture below shows my dragon bowl that I drew with my non-dominant hand and then the other 2 were with my mouth.
When I saw the word Zest I thought of the saying A ZEST FOR LIFE. For whatever reason I always think of the elderly patients who I have cared for since I was a teen.
So my last encouragement as you care for and love an elderly family member be a little zestful. Encourage them to dream with you. Go somewhere you can both go – an imaginary somewhere. Maybe the land of Zenony!!!
I’ve enjoyed this month and meeting or reconnecting with people.
Each of you are gifted and delightful!!!
For those of you new to blogging i hope you are encouraged to blog more.
I’m not sure what my personal blog will look like but I am trying to develop a blog for Steve Slack. Steve is a friend who hopefully (if this Co-Vid thing gets tame) will have some of his work published and at least one script is lined up for a movie.
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
“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