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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Caught


Opinions uttered
Power struggle offered

Caught beneath the weight of
life experience
exacting procedures
varied education
morphing protocols
logic and ethics

Validation is valuable.
Self esteem could at risk.


“Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming
that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, February 1, 2013

Eva's Counting Lesson


Eva's Counting Lesson

The gathering would be at the oasis, on Mr. Snappy’s favorite flat rock under the wide spread acacia tree. Mr. Snappy, a very old snapping turtle, knew most of the animals in the area. He also knew that at least two of the invited guests liked visiting the acacia tree. Charlie Cheetah loved it’s long branches. Jerome Giraffe and his brother Calvin, enjoyed brief nibbling of the leaves at the very top. Also invited were Olivia Ostrich and Ms. Zelda Zebra. This same group had helped Ellie Elephant when she was learning to count. Ellie was four years old now, and her little sister Eva was two and learning to count. Ellie, never tired of helping her little sister, arranged with Mr. Snappy for the gathering. Eva was shy and easily frightened.

Mr. Snappy’s stern voice sounded “Okay all of you, please listen. Now, I know you don’t like Charlie, Ms. Zelda, but Jerome here will keep between the two of you. Olivia, there’s some nice grass seed over at the edge of the grassland. Charlie, if you want to stay on that branch you have to show all four of your legs without falling on top of us. Now girls, you can start with Ms. Zelda and Olivia so they can leave when you’re done counting."

Ellie gently nudged Eva with her trunk toward Ms. Zelda. “Come on - you can do this! Ms. Zelda has got such pretty legs. See how she's lifting them daintily to help you count?" (Eva knew that Ms. Zelda was just showing off.)

“Okay” Eva said in a tiny elephant voice. “One - two - three - four”

Stamping her front legs, and rearing up, Ms. Zelda flipped her glossy black mane and tail, and without a backward glance, was gone, hoping that Charlie wasn’t paying attention. 

“Can I count Mr. Giraffe’s legs next?  I like him.”

“Is that okay, Ms. Ostrich.”

"Of course, dear. I have much lovely ground to cover."

“Okay, Eva, come with me.”

Eva walked all around Jerome counting his tall knobbly kneed legs “Five - Six - Seven - Eight”

When Eva was finished, Jerome bent his long neck down to meet Eva’s tiny trunk so she could plant a baby elephant kiss on his soft brown snout.

“Do I have to count Mr. Cheetah? What if he pounces on me and eats me up?”

“I won’t let him hurt you, little one” Jerome’s rumbly, grumbly voice was really directed at Charlie who, chin on paws, turned his head away from the little gathering.

Mr. Snappy barked  “Charlie put your paws where we can see them and pull your tail up.”

Staying very close to Ellie and Jerome, and looking up at Charlie's velvety paws, Eva’s tiny voice counted again - “nine - ten - eleven - twelve”.

Charlie yawned, stretched and went back to sleep, his long golden tail drooping down almost to the ground once more.

Olivia Ostrich, keeping her distance from the acacia tree and Charlie, lifted her head from the ground where she had been pecking and picking up seeds. She strode regally to Eva on her long black legs and, speaking gently to Eva, said “Now dear, it’s my turn.” 

Eva looked at Ellie, a question in her eyes. “But she’s only got two legs.”  

“Yes, but remember how far you’re counting today - two numbers past twelve.”

“OK” Haltingly, Eva finished up her count. “Thirteen? - Fourteen?”

“Yay!” Ellie trumpeted, follow by cheers from the others - except Charlie who merely said - “You’re ok, kid.”

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Defense against Invisibility


Visibility is reduced with
oppressive fog
blinding sunshine 
raging blizzard
billowing sandstorm
or whipping wind;
when I wear dark glasses
have blinders on 
shut my eyes against reality
creating my own storms of life.

I have learned to 
stay low to the ground,
use protective cover
surround myself with like minded folk
put down roots in hospitable soil
take nourishment daily with water, sun and food
remake my bed rather than lie in it.

“Nowadays ‘invisibility’ was supposed to be the big problem, but 
the way I saw it was, all that mattered was to be visible to yourself.”
~ Emma Donoghue

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Job Satisfaction


A lovely - and usual - day at Detox and, to my mind - nursing at it’s finest and most basic.

Even time in the afternoon for an educational session about
the neuropharmacology of a frequently used medication.

So why is it that now that I’m home for a bit
I feel as though I’ve just run a race,
whizzed past the finish line.

There is a phrase that I coined several years ago. 
Before or after an such active nursing day
it resounds in my mind ~ ‘The Soul within the Tasks’

Throughout the day,
within each task, large or small,
there must be a soul connection for
each patient or client
colleagues at all levels.

Truth and integrity the keystones.
Each different personality requires nurses
to weigh in an instant
approach
clinical judgement
solutions to be offered
to participate willingly in care
(and answer insistent telephones)

So at the end of a day,
following the balancing, high wire walking
I guess I’m just plain tired
but very satisfied. 

“Let your soul stand cool and composed 
before a million universes.”
~ Walt Whitman

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

From City Blocks into the Clouds


Short, sweet, and simply nice
A light evening meal in a gracious dining room
chocolate cake by fireplace burning
conversation and quiet laughter with a good friend ~
poet in heart and pen.

Tomorrow, from mere city block away, 
distance grows over cloud, mountains and plain. 
Shared writing, books and news will prevail with the magic of the internet.

Bon voyage Julie!
“There is magic in long-distance friendships.”
~ Diana Cortes

Monday, January 28, 2013

Shrinking Violet


Shrinking Violet

Not good enough
Not right enough
Not fast enough

Learning these lessons well
Violet shrunk into the furry leaves growing up around her.

She would never be as good as
the graceful red rose with curving luscious petals

She would never be right enough for
a beautiful bridal bouquet of creamy calla lilies.

She would never be fast enough
because she was rooted firmly in an old clay pot.

She longed to be like the sunny faced pansies 
in the garden by the walk.

Just then she felt a trickle of cool water around her feet,
and heard a gentle voice cooing kind words.

And then she thought
‘But I do like where I am, my own colours and 
even my clay pot. I am cared for where I am,
and am praised for who I am.’

Violet’s stems stood a little straighter
her already purple petals glowed more deeply
and her rooted feet spread themselves more firmly in her own clay pot.

“We have all a better guide in ourselves, 
if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.
~ Jane Austen

Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Problem of Invisibility



Harry Potter wore an invisibility cloak sleuthing at Hogwarts Castle.
His image vanished,  
abilities focussed on his mission,
speech hushed.

If anyone, wearing an invisibility cloak,
walked across a busy street
sat at a dinner table with friends
shopped for groceries
greeted a guest at the door
tried to dress under the cloak
applied for a job
attended classes 
looked in a mirror
would there be gains - or losses?

Whether wearing an invisibility cloak or not, 
mobility
nourishment
warmth
employment
education
image
are still requirements for life, living and community.

Harry Potter’s cloak was a gift of protection from his father, 
to be used at his discretion.

“It’s dangerous to be invisible.
People may forget that you are there.”
~ Duncan McCue, 
January 27, 2013, CBC Radio, Spark