Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Mother Hummingbird designs and builds her nest.

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Everywhere in nature there are females creating, nurturing, protecting, tending to the life of the next generation. Every unique creature on this planet comes into being through the creative power of the female of the species. She tends the hearth, prepares the food, rocks the cradle, makes certain there is water and wood. Chop wood, carry water is woman's work around the world. Backs are bent, heads are bowed, teeth are lost, all in a days work. The male is the consort, the helpmate unto the Goddess of the hearth. It has been so since the beginning when evolution began designing the species that were to come. Here is just one example of the work in nature of the mother hummingbird making a home for her offspring.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Caring Choices

Choices


I wrote the lyrics to a song yet to be written after I heard a TED type talk by Stephan Schwartz author of the Schwartz Report blog. Please consider doing what is asked of you here and help us spread the word. 
A one, a two, a one, two, three, four

You have to admit things aren’t  looking so good
For the people, the nations, and old mother earth. (rest)
People are fighting, Children are dying, 
Far away and near, even in our neighborhood.

This is the one thing I’m gonna do now
I promise you, you can do it to.
Every time you have a choice to make   
Choose the option that you, (rest) know in your heart is
The very best action of the two.

Choose life affirming compassionate action
That’s how were going to change our hearts
Choose life affirming compassionate action
That’s how were going to change the world

All day long we’re making our choices
Every day we have so much to do.
One option’s always better than the other, choose
The most life affirming compassionate action
(rest) you (rest) can (rest) do.

Text your friends, tell your family,
share it on facebook, take it to work
make it a habit, make it an earworm, 
Playing in your mind, it will change your heart.

Tell em,
Choose life affirming compassionate action
That’s how were going to change the world
Choose life affirming compassionate action
That’s how were going to save Mother Earth

It will spread like wild fire, person to person
Changing our minds, lifting our hearts.
We can change the consciousness of enough people
To take peaceful action and change the world.

Tell em,
Choose life affirming compassionate action
That’s how were going to change the world
Choose life affirming compassionate action
That’s how were going to save Mother Earth

Tell em,
Choose life affirming compassionate action
Choose life affirming compassionate action
Choose life affirming compassionate action
Choose life affirming compassionate action

Today.








Wednesday, February 25, 2015

How Wilma Learned to Walk




Wilma at the Parade 
Wilma
When I first heard of Wilma’s life long relationship with Chinook Lands, I had what could only be described as a moment of sheer grace. She had given so much to this place that had been a healing place for so many, she deserved care now when she needed it most. My heart responded and I agreed to help Wilma during the day to stay in her home. What followed was a miracle.
The first time I met Wilma, she was holding court in her Brookhaven Apartment. Wilma had just learned that she was no longer able to be cared for by Island Home Nursing, the local agency providing aides. Because she couldn't stand and the bathroom was too small for her wheelchair. If she couldn't find someone who would care for her, she would have to go to Careage. That meant leaving Langley. Wilma was grieving. 
I became Wilma’s caregiver and personal trainer. I new that if Wilma was to stay in her apartment she had to regain her mobility. It would take more motivation and effort than training for a triathalon. That’s what I told Wilma.
Wilma loved her community so much and wanted to stay close to them so much that she gave it everything she had. In the beginning she ran me ragged. I went to her house 5 to 6 times a day; 3 or 4 of those I were in response to a phone call. That got old really fast. Over the next two years Wilma and I worked together; every day I would stand her up, 5, seconds, 10 seconds, then for longer periods. After a few months we went to physical therapy. When she ran out of medicare, we went to the a gym where we attended an exercise class for people with limited energy three days a week. After much coaxing from me, one day Wilma stood with my help. When she took a step away from the chair, the whole class cheered; then 2 steps, then 3. A couple of months later, she walked along holding the handrail; she was terrified that she would fall but she eventually walked the whole length of the room. Weeks passed. We practiced walking around her apartment. Next she walked around the room holding my arm. A good friend came and remodeled her bathroom, we put poles by her chair, the toilet and the bed, and in the end, Wilma was getting out of her chair by herself, out of bed by herself, transferring into her wheelchair, standing up, putting her clothes on by herself, back to her chair and into her recliner. All of this, Wilma did because all she wanted was to stay here in Langley, with  her friends, her family, her community. Her community kept her involved with the Church and with Whidbey Institute. They scheduled a visit a day and Wilma loved those visits. On Tuesdays we would go to the community lunch in the complex where she lived; on Thursdays Jeff took her to the local soup kitchen for lunch. There came the day when Wilma was ready to go back to the agency that stopped her care because she was too much for their staff. Now she wasn’t; and I was worn out. She couldn't go to exercises any more because she needed someone to accompany her; that was not a service provided by the agency. It wasn't long after that when she fell and broke her arm and finally moved to Careage, a skilled nursing facility. Still her friends made sure she had a ride to church and came back to the community for special events.  When she went to the Careage she was ready; there she was happily loved and cared for until the day she died.
Her community never left her heart. Wilma is the hero in this tale, I had no choice, the call was so strong I had to answer it.
Twenty years earlier, in 1987 I began my dissertation research on nursing home care. The first person I interviewed was a patient named Bill. When I asked my first question. What do people who care for people do for them, Bill burst into tears. “Not enough” was his answer. He had had a stroke. Medicare had just stopped his physical therapy because they said he was no longer making progress. I knew better.
Bill haunted me for those 20 years. No one listened to Bill. They said his tears were a side effect of his stroke. He knew he could do more. Wilma confirmed what I had believed with my whole heart, that with a village of support and motivation, progress doesn't stop after six weeks. Love will move a mountain, and give a gracious gal the strength of a lion.  Amazing Grace really does happens.


Saturday, August 30, 2014

You are the Flowers in the Gardens of our Days

Care is Like Water: You are the Flowers in the Gardens of our Days

You are the Flowers in the Gardens of our Days


Kelsey CrooksJohnson and Brenna Parrick holding our two new future employees!

Baristas and waiters, baggers and checkers, store clerks, and bank tellers, workers and volunteers
You are the trees of our community  stirring up good energy
your kindness fills my heart  with a grateful tune, So I’m singin’ this song for you.

You are the flowers in the gardens of our days.
You are our rest stops as we travel down our own pathways
So we thank you for the laughter and the happiness you bring
You are my inspiration  to find a new direction seek a higher vibration .
You are our garden tapestry enfolding our community
keep your kindness flowing like a river ever going.

Thank you for the light you shine in hard days and  tough times.
Oh, and thank you for your patience when we can’t make up our minds.

Thank you for the smile, the gentle laugh the warm hello,
how ya doing How’s the family, Glad you stopped by today.
Thanks especially for forgiveness when we can’t find a gracious word to say.
You buoy up our energy as we go from place to place
And everytime I see you  you put a smile on my face.



Thursday, August 14, 2014

Jesus didn't die to save us.



Raffaello Sanzio - The Agony in the Garden
Last night I had a dream when Jesus came to me
Why was it meant to be?  In the garden his agony.

He said,
The day before I died, I was in agony
I cried out father, Oh God, Father;
 take this chalice away from me,
Why was it meant to be this agony?
in the garden,  in the garden I was in agony.




Lift this dark cloud off of me, Father I can’t bear it; 
Take this shroud away from me, Father I can’t wear it,
Not my will but thine, I said, and by the morning I was dead.
Could the death of a son of god have been a suicide by cop?

When  Soldiers  came I didn’t hide,
 It was by their hand this Jesus died.
They say I’m Jesus the Nazarene,
 Of the Jews, I am the king.

All my friends were sleeping,
In the garden I was weeping.
Just a decade in the rosary, my agony, 
it wasn’t meant to be.  This agony.

You make a hero out of me,
you worship me, adore me,
You pray to me to save you by his amazing grace.
All the time forgetting  that  the price glory
Is to bear the pain of  all the human race.

I’m not the only son of god, perhaps the first but not the last.
They say the good die young, they must, to let this chalice pass.
Many hearts are broken now,  many lives touched by the blast, 
First the anger, then the bargain, then acceptance comes  at last.

They don’t deserve to die
 these brilliant stars in our night sky.
When the concert is over, the sermon is done,  
the heart may lie empty, absent the sun.

He was a kind, a gentle soul,
and he loved all children so.
Let them come to me, he said,
 I will give them wine and bread.
He cured the blind; he healed the lame;
and he took on our human shame

Did he have a motive?  He was in agony
Did he have a plan? Sure, They’ll hang him on a tree.
He gave them opportunity, to kill him when only thirty-three.
They say,  I’m  Jesus the Nazarene,  Of the Jews, I am the king.


It’s part of their make up, these brilliant night stars,
 their lives like beacons, that  flame out in the dark.
When the concert is over, the sermon is done,
the heart may lie empty, absent the sun.

What if their friends had stayed awake,
 What if they saw what is at stake
They didn’t know they were part of his plan,
their guilt and shame, came when they ran.

Jesus lived to love and show us;  They didn’t kill him just to save us;
The concert was over, the sermon was done, the heart it lay empty, absent the sun.
We’ll never know what might have been, had a friend been there for him.



RIP Robin Williams 8/11/2014

Monday, August 11, 2014

Lamentation


Today Robin Williams, took his life. Last month, a young woman well loved by many left behind a loving partner and daughter, her pain too great to bear. Last year the husband of my dearest friend took his life after a long chronic condition left him with intractable pain and vomiting. I wrote this piece with the intention of setting it to music. However, I feel moved to post it here. It speaks to pain and grief of those who suffer and of those who would do anything to lift their pain from the hearts. In my life, the love of my life was caught in the trance that would have ended in suicide had she not told me her intention. It is only Grace that she is here with me today, to stand together by the waterfall.


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Sometimes you feel  like a motherless child.
So alone,  so all alone.  Wound in your soul, a black hole.
black magic, its tragic, a dark spell is cast, holding you fast.
Feeling you slide into the dark night of the soul
I stay by your side, day after day,

Your pain weighs on me like a lode stone.
All my love can’t heal your pain
Your sorrow has become my shame
My hand can’t hold your sorrow.
Your sorrow has become my shame
Your pain weighs on me like a lode stone

Here’s what I need to tell you;
I cannot take your chalice, from you.
my joy can’t fill your cup
I pray that you can give it up,

Let the wind touch your face, feel the grass where you stand
For I can never hold your sorrow in my hand
Look to the mountain high and strong; look to the valley green
And pray for the day when we will lie down by a quiet stream

Pour your pain into the river, float on the river down to the sea,
Bless you child, let the cool of the river wash your pain away,
Rolling rolling down stream to the sea.
Sweeping  the pain away,  Feeling  your pain slipping away.

Let the wind touch your face, feel the grass where you stand
For I could never hold your sorrow in my hand
Look to the river cool and clear look to the aspen tall
I Pray for the day when we will stand tall by the waterfall.

One minute of your joy will fill me up, Pour your joy into my cup,
I want to hear you laugh again,
Sing your songs of hope again, just for a few minutes each day.  

Eileen M. Jackson
8/11/2014