(un)ordinary days

freecognition — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 02:11:18 +0000

Drumbsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.

A voice inside the beat says,
“I know you’re tired,
but come. This is the way.”

– Rumi

dots . . . . across the universe

freecognition — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 02:01:50 +0000

I am so small I can barely be seen.
How can this great love be inside me?

Look at your eyes. They are small,
but they see enormous things.

– Rumi

yes.

freecognition — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 01:35:43 +0000

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freecognition — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 01:06:44 +0000

Frida and Diego

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freecognition — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 00:46:36 +0000

it is all one web / With vibrant ether clotted into worlds

freecognition — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 04:47:01 +0000

Why, still ’tis Being looking from the dark,
The core, the centre of your consciousness,
That notes your bubble-world: sense, pleasure, pain,
What are they but a shifting otherness,
Phantasmal flux of moments?

–George Eliot, excerpted from “I Grant You Ample Leave”

Nursing student reflects

freecognition — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 15:47:44 +0000

For one of my classes, I need to write frequent reflections on my experiences in the clinical setting. I tend to veer from the standard guidelines they provide, and simply reflect instead. Here’s a recent one. I deleted some of the nursing jargon.

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I was both excited and nervous to be returning to clinical. Having volunteered extensively with the older population in nursing home/end-of-life settings, and having lost my grandmother to Alzheimer’s over the course of nearly ten years, I’m familiar with the struggles that blight the elderly, especially those with dementia. I was eager to understand the tremendous services (a gift, truly) the Hebrew Home provides, but I also didn’t expect to learn anything my life experience hasn’t already taught me. But the Hebrew Home resident I spoke with reminded me of another side to this picture: that simple human emotion prevails throughout our life span, and that we all crave, and need to give and receive, love and attention.

She was an elegant woman in her 80s, well-coiffed, and with a diagnosis of Advanced Dementia and Paranoia. After introducing myself, she wanted to let me in on a secret – that she and another resident were deeply in love, and that she wanted them to marry that day. He, however, also had Advanced Dementia and was confined to a wheelchair, spoke a scarce handful of words, and had the sweetest smile once could imagine. She was clearly obsessed and enamored with him, and refused to leave his side throughout our time together. She desperately beseeched him for an answer, that he confirm that he loves her too and wants to marry. He just smiled. Witnessing this interaction was far more important to me than any of the assessments I performed. While it would be simple to write off her idealized love affair to the tragic nature of dementia, it touched me deeply.

It reminded me that, at any age, we crave the intimacy of human experience, and even if one has dementia – or any chronic illness, mental or physical – we cannot label them, or even adopt a standardized approach to care. Rather, I need to understand that the patient has had a lifetime of trials and tribulations, love and heartbreak, and though the patient may not recall a thing about his/her past or even their names, they deserve the greatest of respect and care, as well as simple actions – such as a hug or clasp of the hand – that, I believe, are understood somewhere deep in their beings. This isn’t something new to me, but we all need gentle reminders, urging us to remember that the whole patient is the focus, and that, at any point in illness, we are creatures of emotion and vulnerability. Far from this being a sign of weakness, it means to me that we are still living.

“Loneliness does not come from being alone, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important.” — Carl Jung

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freecognition — Mon, 30 May 2011 18:21:45 +0000

boy meets girl, by i enrapture on Flikr (via 32flavors-.tumblr.com)

from a favorite film

freecognition — Thu, 26 May 2011 00:30:36 +0000

Amor

freecognition — Mon, 23 May 2011 22:10:33 +0000

by Elisa Mendes

freecognition — Wed, 18 May 2011 21:34:24 +0000

Pablo Picasso. Woman with a Crow. 1904. Charcoal, pastel and water-color on paper. Toledo Museum of Art, Toledo, OH, USA.

thin as foil

freecognition — Wed, 04 May 2011 14:20:43 +0000

“Perhaps that’s what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that’s what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I’m neither one side nor the other, I’m in the middle, I’m the partition, I’ve two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that’s what I feel, myself vibrating, I’m the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don’t belong to either.”

– Samuel Beckett, The Unnamables

freecognition — Sun, 10 Apr 2011 05:40:44 +0000

“Take the matter as you find it: ask no questions; utter no remonstrances; it is your best wisdom. You expected bread and you have got a stone: break your teeth on it, and don’t shriek because the nerves are martyrised; do not doubt that your mental stomach – if you have such a thing – is strong as an ostrich’s; the stone will digest. You held out your hand for an egg, and fate put into it a scorpion. Show no consternation; close your fingers firmly upon the gift; let it sting through your palm. Never mind; in time, after your hand and arm have swelled and quivered long with torture, the squeezed scorpion will die, and you will have learned the great lesson how to endure without a sob.”

— Charlotte Brontë

ככה זה

freecognition — Sun, 10 Apr 2011 05:31:51 +0000

חלום

כאב

ספק

נחמה

תקווה

freecognition — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 23:10:04 +0000

onrepeatrepeat.